Kentharu
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NES2 VIb - Return of the Chaos.
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Harleqin
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Orders have been sent.
Also, as some of you probably know I am going away for two weeks. I have clearance to have Insane_Panda run my nation during that time. He has been briefed on my plans. As Scandinavia and France are very close allies this should not make any difference.
If anyone has objections to this, then please let me know within the next 50 hours or so. If it is a major problem for people then I'll either have my nation as temp NPC or ask dis if he'll take care of it (if that is preferable to people rather than having France guide my nation).
Also, as some of you probably know I am going away for two weeks. I have clearance to have Insane_Panda run my nation during that time. He has been briefed on my plans. As Scandinavia and France are very close allies this should not make any difference.
If anyone has objections to this, then please let me know within the next 50 hours or so. If it is a major problem for people then I'll either have my nation as temp NPC or ask dis if he'll take care of it (if that is preferable to people rather than having France guide my nation).
Harleqin
Hippo Power
Jonas Alexandersson
Prime Minister of Scandinavia
Prime Minister of Scandinavia
Born in Stockholm in 1735 as the oldest son of a wealthy trader, young Jonas was never going to lack anything. His father was a kind man who had made his fortune trading all over the Baltic and even as far away as the West Indies a few times, their family was part of the old Swedish elite. Fot the most part his young life was undramatic as is so often the case for the high born. All of it changed in 1744 however, when Stockholm was captured by Russian forces. While the occupation was, for the most part, civilized enough, there were still a few casualties including, tragic enough, Jonas' mother who was killed and raped, not necessarily in that order, by drunk Russian troops who fancies an upper-class woman. This scarred young Jonas tremendously and became the seeds to a hatred that has festered to this day. Not against the Danes who, some claim, initiated the war, but against the Russians who did this to him.
Following his mothers death his father became a wreck and lost interest in his business. With Jonas still too young to do much to help it looked like the family was headed for a spectacular downfall. The help from friends and colleagues helped and the company survived, though at far less net worth than it used to have.
When Jonas reached the age of 17 in 1752 he was sent abroad to start his education. This was a dangerous thing at the time due to the raging wars, but was nonetheless seen as a necessity if he was to aquire the skills needed to run the family business. Initially young Jonas went to Cambridge to study, but he also spent time at Oxford and Paris. After the end of the great war he spent some time in Vienna and some in Berlin before he returned to Stockholm and a nation that no longer existed as Sweden has been annexed by Denmark during his absence. He was shocked at seeing the devastation that had happened to Stockholm and the suffering of the people there. His fathers company had gone close to bankrupt at this time, partially due to the war, but some ships had survived and with his help the company slowly recovered. Feeling sympathy toward the population he made sure that part of profits went to help rebuild Stockholm and with his aid, and that of the new Scandinavian government, Stockholm soon became even more beautiful than before. Noticing the help he gave them he soon became a popular figure in Stockholm and by the age of 23 he was honoured with a seat in the city council.
Being a bright, young man Jonas soon realized the paradox he was witnessing. Though he nation was gone his city was actually safer than ever before. With no more wars with the neighbour to the south and west there would be little strife and this could only be a good thing. He started advocating the Union and while some initially saw him as a traitor, they soon began to see the wisdom in his worth as he showed them just how much money the government in Copenhagen was spending on rebuilding the wartorn land and educating the young.
His career picked up in 1766 when he was appointed governor of the region of Svealand. With him being only 31 years of age there was lots of resentment towards this from older statesmen, but the choice soon proved a shrewd one by the Scandinavian government as he was more than capable. Just five years later he was appointed minister of foreign affairs. Under his leadership Scandinavia grew ever closer to the Holy Roman Empire as he saw them as the leading nation in the world and as an example to be followed. His greatest accomplishments though, were probably the expansion of the Scandinavian colonies in African and New Scandinavia in Australia. Giving tax benefits and having the state cover many of the relocation expenses of colonists, the population boomed and income from the far-off territories grew to previously unknown dimensions.
At the elections in 1790 his party won the elections and he was given the honour of being appointed Prime Minister of the Scandinavian Union as the first person ever born outside of Denmark proper. What direction he will take the nation in is still not known, but with his admiration for all things French and his interest in the colonies, one can only guess.
Insane_Panda
Deity
People are likely to protest it JUST because you mentioned I shall be taking charge. If Symhpony was able to take charge of France, than I don't see a problem with me taking charge of The Union for a few turns.
Grandmaster
Deity
The ITCfAoFaJ violently protests Mr. Panda's administration of the Scandinavian state for the coming year. He has shown himself to be an enemy of freedom, justice, democracy, The People, and the family, and therefore ought not to be permitted to govern one, let alone two, multinational states.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Insane_Panda said:People are likely to protest it JUST because you mentioned I shall be taking charge. If Symhpony was able to take charge of France, than I don't see a problem with me taking charge of The Union for a few turns.
I see a problem with both actually, that is why we have the domestic leadership stat, which is used when the player cannot make a decision and the advisors or some other leaders of the state have to make decisions. That is precisely what it is there for, and it should be used.
North King
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Stormbringer said:
That is the silliest thing I've heard today. Domestic Leadership is how competant your civilian leaders will be at implementing your orders.
das said:
Note "help" and "assist". In the military section, it mentions they may even attain some successes on their own--implying that is not the norm. It is used to help you attain your goals, not win your goals for you.
All I see here is a thinly veiled attempt by yourself to force a French ally under the relatively incompetant leadership of a NPC for a turn.
LittleBoots
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Personally I think Finland should control 'em for the turn... 
das
Regeneration In Process
As long as Panda doesn't do anything absurd that clearly benefits France more than Scandinavia, I fail to see what exactly the problem is.
Insane_Panda
Deity
*Scandanavia donates 5 eco levels to the HRE*
But seriously, I shall just be myself continuing Harleqin's policies as he has outlined to me.
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Orders away.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Prologue
In the early days of 1781 a Scandinavian ships moved into the harbor of Riga. It moved amongst the other ships that were in the harbor, and most of its passengers stood out on the upper deck, their gazes flying over the harbor and on, towards the magnificent city that was before them. On one side of the deck stood a happy French couple, very young. The man put his arm around the woman and they smiled as the ship slowly moved closer and closer to the snow-covered city.
All Problems Can Be Solved
Let us now follow the path taken by this young French couple, not because they specifically present any interest by themselves, but because they will serve as a catalyst for the events that take place in Russia in the winter of 1781.
The couple spent only a few days in Riga, and then moved on, further east, into the vast, snow-covered land. They seemed to enjoy their stay, with the exception of the bitter weather that seemed to tell them that they are not welcomed here. To tell the truth, there were more people around than just the weather that wanted to tell the French couple to get out, but they were so happy for the opportunity to be together that, for the most part, the animosity of the locals went unnoticed.
The couple reached the city of Novgorod less than a week after leaving Riga, and chose to stay in one of the more expensive districts of the city. The ancient city welcomed them coldly, with a snow storm, and so the couple had to postpone their visits for a couple of days, but the comfort of their residence, the fireplace, and the obedient, if rather stoic, Russian servants made the time pass quickly. On the third day of their arrival the weather changed for the better, as if exhausted by keeping up the constant winds and snowfall, and the couple finally could make their way to meet the local aristocracy.
The man in the couple was a trader, who had brought with him to Russia a large stock of goods from France and beyond, and had hoped to get rich. But you see, Russia has so many cumbersome rules and regulations about trade, what you can and cannot do well, you get the idea. The French man, lets call him Julien, had hoped that in this mysterious land he would be welcomed with open arms and there would be no problems to his business. As he walked the crowded streets of Novgorod the expression on his face became more and more gloom with every block he passed. Traders were everywhere, and competition raged on in this ancient city, with Russians, Chinese, Greeks, all trying to sell something on every corner. When Julien finally made his way to the local administration and inquired about opening a shop in the city, the Russian who worked there went through the list of his goods and informed him, with a smirk, that more than half of his goods cannot be sold in Russia and he would have to take them back.
Julien left the building angry, shocked, and confused. As he looked at the square in front of the building where people hurried from one place to another, his image of Russia as a beautiful and mysterious country that earned for Western enlightenment transformed into an image of a dirty, ugly, barbaric land where nobody valued his hard work and people failed to realize that he was French, and thus deserved better treatment than everyone else. He shivered in his coat because the wind begun to pick up again, and angrily walked down the stairs.
But if the story ended here it would be quite plain, and would present no interest to anyone. And so, as Julien walked down the stairs, a Russian noble ran out of the building and chased after him, calling out his name. Julien stopped abruptly and the Russian noble, lets call him Andrei, ran right into him, knocking both of them over. As Julien got up and prepared to curse the Russian noble, Andrei begun to talk incredibly fast in a broken French. Julien had to concentrate very hard to understand what Andrei was saying, but bit by bit he realized that Andrei may be able to help him. The two of them moved into a nearby café and within half an hour Julien was convinced that Andrei was the best person in all of Russia. They shook hands and Julien went home.
As Julien went home he thought that perhaps Russia is not such a bad country after all, if you know where to go and how to do things. Apparently, the way Andrei put it, all problems can be solved. When Julien got home to his wife he explained that Andrei offered him to go to his estate out in the countryside, and to set up a trading post in one of the small cities nearby where there are no other traders. He kept from her the fact that it was, to say the least, less then legal.
Gambit
But let us leave for a minute Julien and his wife as we let them move from the busy city of Novgorod to the relatively small town near Andreis estate. We, on the other hand, are going to go in the opposite direction of them, through the forests and planes of north western Russia, until we reach the city of Moscow. We are going to take a quick look at the sprawling metropolis, note the peculiar mix of traditional Russian and modern architectures, and then move into the palace at the Kremlin, pass through the hall decorated with paintings, and into a small room in one of the wings where a fireplace is burning. The room is small and dark, illuminated only by the fire in the fireplace. Right in front of the fire are two armchairs and a table with a chess board on it. The Chancellor and the Vice-Chancellor were playing.
Nikita Panin, who had been dismissed as Chancellor a number of years back has by now been re-appointed as Vice-Chancellor. He had remained in the shadows, as the opposition to his policies was still strong, but now he attempted to press Suvorov for a change in policies. Panin was distressed by the recent government intervention into the economy, and pressed Suvorov for a liberalization of both the economy and trade. Suvorov insisted that to make the state strong he needed to tap fully into the resources of the economy and to channel them where they are needed most.
As usual the game was left unfinished for the day, with the Vice-Chancellor slowly gaining on the Chancellor.
Old Friends
Let us remain in Moscow for a moment and sample the mood in the city. The ancient buildings and the orthodox churches in this city are intertwined with modern apartment buildings and factories. In the blocks that are full of apartments and factories the mood is gloomy. The great benefactor of the working class, Nikita Panin, has been removed from his high office and while life is not getting any worse for the workers who live in these apartments, there is uncertainty ahead and, weary of any potential problems, the working class is preparing for possible hard times. As we move slowly into the center of the city we will begin to see larger houses, some that even have gardens. The new middle class of Moscow reside here. Not quite the workers in the factories, but not quite the aristocracy either. Many of these people own factories or stores, some own banks and railroads. But few have as much money as the true upper class.
And finally, in the center of the city, we pass through streets filled with ancient mansions and lavish gardens. Here is where the wealth of the city, and the power, is concentrated. Most of these people are nobles who have backed Mikhail over Vladimir at the end of the Great War, and have made their fortunes during the administrations of Bestuzhev and Vorontsov. They used their muscle to get rid of Panin, and are now wearily eyeing the Kremlin where Suvorov is. Few of them remember the liberal revolution that Bestuzhev led and they supported. In general, they are opposed to anything that would undermine their power, and are locked in a power struggle with the new middle class that has begun to demand some of the power monopolized by the nobility. As long as the nobility remained an obstacle there would be no further liberal economic policies. Sometimes old friends are not really best friends.
The People
But enough of the commentary on Russian political life. We were following Julien and his wife earlier, and by now they have settled in the small town outside of Novgorod. Andrei welcomed Julien with open arms and the French couple became frequent guests in his country estate. This old house was a little run down and outdated by the French standards, but even Julien had to admit that it was nice and cozy. Soon Julien moved into a large country house not far from Andreis estate and the two became good friends.
Meanwhile Juliens business was going better than he had expected. He was the only foreign trader in the town. In fact, aside from a few passing traders, he was the only trader in town. He begun to charge the people prices that brought him a ten fold profit, and soon he had to request more goods from France. Finally he had found the Russia that he had imagined back in France. A cold forest with a small town where good people like Andrei live, and where everyone is willing to pay insane amounts of gold for his western goods. Russia, the land of mystery, a gold mine for Julien.
While his wife mingles sometimes with the locals Julien preferred Andreis company and they spent many evenings together. Julien even learned hunting and Andrei gave him one of his dogs as a gift. When Juliens wife asked if he knows why no other traders stay in town Julien told her not to think about it. He felt bad afterwards, but really, he was doing it all for her.
In fact he of course knew why there were no other traders. Andrei used his local militia to force them out so Julien would have a monopoly on even the most basic goods in town. As long as Julien paid his share to Andrei he was assured a good profit. Slowly but surely his dream was coming true, and soon he could retire in the south of France with his wife Soon, very soon
Mittenshpiel
But before that happy moment arrives for Julien let us once again, quickly, move to Moscow. We will move my the city quickly this time, as a whole it did not change much even though the lives of every individual person have changed, sometimes drastically. We are interested in the Kremlin, once again, where Suvorov is talking to Sophia in her quarters.
The Chancellor and Tsarina are discussing the economic policy proposed by Panin. He wants to continue the liberalization of the economy, and to use Suvorovs force and authority to crush the conservative nobles who oppose such a policy. Free trade, he argues, would be good for the country, will bring wealth, and will help the people. Suvorov is not so sure. He hesitates, and young Sophia cannot help him much. The only advice he gets from her is to follow his heart. With a deep sigh he goes back to the game of chess him and Panin started earlier and they play, with the Vice Chancellor gaining again on the Chancellor.
The Money
As we go back to Andrei and listen to the conversations he has with Julien we see that Andrei realizes that their partnership cannot go on forever. He pushes Julien to leave soon, but the Frenchman wants to make more money using such a profitable venture. They agree to stay for another month before Julien is to leave the country with enough money to retire.
But here is where Juliens fate become intertwined with that of the Russian history. It so happened that General Ivan Gudovich was passing through the town that week. He made a point to station his troops in the city, and his officers quickly learned of the monopoly Julien held on the commerce in town. In the morning the word reached Gudovich and he sent word to Novgorod. By the evening of the same day his dispatch returned, with an order to arrest Julien.
Gudovich and his officers set off to Juliens house and found him outside of the house, preparing to go to Andreis house for a dinner. When they gave the order to surrender Julien realized that his little trick was up, but he was not willing to give up his dream that easily. He drew a gun, but before he shot one of Gudovichs soldiers shot and wounded him. As Julien collapsed he saw his wife running outside and screaming, and then he looked up, to the cold Russian sky and the snow that was falling slowly. After all, he decided, Russia is not a good country.
Endshpiel
Andrei was brought to Moscow by Gudovich. He was a distant relative of Panin, and so Suvorov and Sophia themselves decided to examine the evidence against him. It was overwhelming.
As they set before him, Andrei looked at them with anger. He then turned to Panin who was standing in a corner, but Panin just turned away. Andrei was to be sent to Siberia.
After the decision Panin walked over to the chess board where his and Suvorovs game was still going on, and knocked his King over. People mattered more than the economy.
OOC: I appologize for the poor quality of the story. I started it a long time ago, expecting it to be a big project, but had to finish in a hurry, and it shows.
In the early days of 1781 a Scandinavian ships moved into the harbor of Riga. It moved amongst the other ships that were in the harbor, and most of its passengers stood out on the upper deck, their gazes flying over the harbor and on, towards the magnificent city that was before them. On one side of the deck stood a happy French couple, very young. The man put his arm around the woman and they smiled as the ship slowly moved closer and closer to the snow-covered city.
All Problems Can Be Solved
Let us now follow the path taken by this young French couple, not because they specifically present any interest by themselves, but because they will serve as a catalyst for the events that take place in Russia in the winter of 1781.
The couple spent only a few days in Riga, and then moved on, further east, into the vast, snow-covered land. They seemed to enjoy their stay, with the exception of the bitter weather that seemed to tell them that they are not welcomed here. To tell the truth, there were more people around than just the weather that wanted to tell the French couple to get out, but they were so happy for the opportunity to be together that, for the most part, the animosity of the locals went unnoticed.
The couple reached the city of Novgorod less than a week after leaving Riga, and chose to stay in one of the more expensive districts of the city. The ancient city welcomed them coldly, with a snow storm, and so the couple had to postpone their visits for a couple of days, but the comfort of their residence, the fireplace, and the obedient, if rather stoic, Russian servants made the time pass quickly. On the third day of their arrival the weather changed for the better, as if exhausted by keeping up the constant winds and snowfall, and the couple finally could make their way to meet the local aristocracy.
The man in the couple was a trader, who had brought with him to Russia a large stock of goods from France and beyond, and had hoped to get rich. But you see, Russia has so many cumbersome rules and regulations about trade, what you can and cannot do well, you get the idea. The French man, lets call him Julien, had hoped that in this mysterious land he would be welcomed with open arms and there would be no problems to his business. As he walked the crowded streets of Novgorod the expression on his face became more and more gloom with every block he passed. Traders were everywhere, and competition raged on in this ancient city, with Russians, Chinese, Greeks, all trying to sell something on every corner. When Julien finally made his way to the local administration and inquired about opening a shop in the city, the Russian who worked there went through the list of his goods and informed him, with a smirk, that more than half of his goods cannot be sold in Russia and he would have to take them back.
Julien left the building angry, shocked, and confused. As he looked at the square in front of the building where people hurried from one place to another, his image of Russia as a beautiful and mysterious country that earned for Western enlightenment transformed into an image of a dirty, ugly, barbaric land where nobody valued his hard work and people failed to realize that he was French, and thus deserved better treatment than everyone else. He shivered in his coat because the wind begun to pick up again, and angrily walked down the stairs.
But if the story ended here it would be quite plain, and would present no interest to anyone. And so, as Julien walked down the stairs, a Russian noble ran out of the building and chased after him, calling out his name. Julien stopped abruptly and the Russian noble, lets call him Andrei, ran right into him, knocking both of them over. As Julien got up and prepared to curse the Russian noble, Andrei begun to talk incredibly fast in a broken French. Julien had to concentrate very hard to understand what Andrei was saying, but bit by bit he realized that Andrei may be able to help him. The two of them moved into a nearby café and within half an hour Julien was convinced that Andrei was the best person in all of Russia. They shook hands and Julien went home.
As Julien went home he thought that perhaps Russia is not such a bad country after all, if you know where to go and how to do things. Apparently, the way Andrei put it, all problems can be solved. When Julien got home to his wife he explained that Andrei offered him to go to his estate out in the countryside, and to set up a trading post in one of the small cities nearby where there are no other traders. He kept from her the fact that it was, to say the least, less then legal.
Gambit
But let us leave for a minute Julien and his wife as we let them move from the busy city of Novgorod to the relatively small town near Andreis estate. We, on the other hand, are going to go in the opposite direction of them, through the forests and planes of north western Russia, until we reach the city of Moscow. We are going to take a quick look at the sprawling metropolis, note the peculiar mix of traditional Russian and modern architectures, and then move into the palace at the Kremlin, pass through the hall decorated with paintings, and into a small room in one of the wings where a fireplace is burning. The room is small and dark, illuminated only by the fire in the fireplace. Right in front of the fire are two armchairs and a table with a chess board on it. The Chancellor and the Vice-Chancellor were playing.
Nikita Panin, who had been dismissed as Chancellor a number of years back has by now been re-appointed as Vice-Chancellor. He had remained in the shadows, as the opposition to his policies was still strong, but now he attempted to press Suvorov for a change in policies. Panin was distressed by the recent government intervention into the economy, and pressed Suvorov for a liberalization of both the economy and trade. Suvorov insisted that to make the state strong he needed to tap fully into the resources of the economy and to channel them where they are needed most.
As usual the game was left unfinished for the day, with the Vice-Chancellor slowly gaining on the Chancellor.
Old Friends
Let us remain in Moscow for a moment and sample the mood in the city. The ancient buildings and the orthodox churches in this city are intertwined with modern apartment buildings and factories. In the blocks that are full of apartments and factories the mood is gloomy. The great benefactor of the working class, Nikita Panin, has been removed from his high office and while life is not getting any worse for the workers who live in these apartments, there is uncertainty ahead and, weary of any potential problems, the working class is preparing for possible hard times. As we move slowly into the center of the city we will begin to see larger houses, some that even have gardens. The new middle class of Moscow reside here. Not quite the workers in the factories, but not quite the aristocracy either. Many of these people own factories or stores, some own banks and railroads. But few have as much money as the true upper class.
And finally, in the center of the city, we pass through streets filled with ancient mansions and lavish gardens. Here is where the wealth of the city, and the power, is concentrated. Most of these people are nobles who have backed Mikhail over Vladimir at the end of the Great War, and have made their fortunes during the administrations of Bestuzhev and Vorontsov. They used their muscle to get rid of Panin, and are now wearily eyeing the Kremlin where Suvorov is. Few of them remember the liberal revolution that Bestuzhev led and they supported. In general, they are opposed to anything that would undermine their power, and are locked in a power struggle with the new middle class that has begun to demand some of the power monopolized by the nobility. As long as the nobility remained an obstacle there would be no further liberal economic policies. Sometimes old friends are not really best friends.
The People
But enough of the commentary on Russian political life. We were following Julien and his wife earlier, and by now they have settled in the small town outside of Novgorod. Andrei welcomed Julien with open arms and the French couple became frequent guests in his country estate. This old house was a little run down and outdated by the French standards, but even Julien had to admit that it was nice and cozy. Soon Julien moved into a large country house not far from Andreis estate and the two became good friends.
Meanwhile Juliens business was going better than he had expected. He was the only foreign trader in the town. In fact, aside from a few passing traders, he was the only trader in town. He begun to charge the people prices that brought him a ten fold profit, and soon he had to request more goods from France. Finally he had found the Russia that he had imagined back in France. A cold forest with a small town where good people like Andrei live, and where everyone is willing to pay insane amounts of gold for his western goods. Russia, the land of mystery, a gold mine for Julien.
While his wife mingles sometimes with the locals Julien preferred Andreis company and they spent many evenings together. Julien even learned hunting and Andrei gave him one of his dogs as a gift. When Juliens wife asked if he knows why no other traders stay in town Julien told her not to think about it. He felt bad afterwards, but really, he was doing it all for her.
In fact he of course knew why there were no other traders. Andrei used his local militia to force them out so Julien would have a monopoly on even the most basic goods in town. As long as Julien paid his share to Andrei he was assured a good profit. Slowly but surely his dream was coming true, and soon he could retire in the south of France with his wife Soon, very soon
Mittenshpiel
But before that happy moment arrives for Julien let us once again, quickly, move to Moscow. We will move my the city quickly this time, as a whole it did not change much even though the lives of every individual person have changed, sometimes drastically. We are interested in the Kremlin, once again, where Suvorov is talking to Sophia in her quarters.
The Chancellor and Tsarina are discussing the economic policy proposed by Panin. He wants to continue the liberalization of the economy, and to use Suvorovs force and authority to crush the conservative nobles who oppose such a policy. Free trade, he argues, would be good for the country, will bring wealth, and will help the people. Suvorov is not so sure. He hesitates, and young Sophia cannot help him much. The only advice he gets from her is to follow his heart. With a deep sigh he goes back to the game of chess him and Panin started earlier and they play, with the Vice Chancellor gaining again on the Chancellor.
The Money
As we go back to Andrei and listen to the conversations he has with Julien we see that Andrei realizes that their partnership cannot go on forever. He pushes Julien to leave soon, but the Frenchman wants to make more money using such a profitable venture. They agree to stay for another month before Julien is to leave the country with enough money to retire.
But here is where Juliens fate become intertwined with that of the Russian history. It so happened that General Ivan Gudovich was passing through the town that week. He made a point to station his troops in the city, and his officers quickly learned of the monopoly Julien held on the commerce in town. In the morning the word reached Gudovich and he sent word to Novgorod. By the evening of the same day his dispatch returned, with an order to arrest Julien.
Gudovich and his officers set off to Juliens house and found him outside of the house, preparing to go to Andreis house for a dinner. When they gave the order to surrender Julien realized that his little trick was up, but he was not willing to give up his dream that easily. He drew a gun, but before he shot one of Gudovichs soldiers shot and wounded him. As Julien collapsed he saw his wife running outside and screaming, and then he looked up, to the cold Russian sky and the snow that was falling slowly. After all, he decided, Russia is not a good country.
Endshpiel
Andrei was brought to Moscow by Gudovich. He was a distant relative of Panin, and so Suvorov and Sophia themselves decided to examine the evidence against him. It was overwhelming.
As they set before him, Andrei looked at them with anger. He then turned to Panin who was standing in a corner, but Panin just turned away. Andrei was to be sent to Siberia.
After the decision Panin walked over to the chess board where his and Suvorovs game was still going on, and knocked his King over. People mattered more than the economy.
OOC: I appologize for the poor quality of the story. I started it a long time ago, expecting it to be a big project, but had to finish in a hurry, and it shows.
Insane_Panda
Deity
No, no it isn't.
On a more OOC note, I've always wanted to visit Russia.Orders sent.
Insane_Panda
Deity
God! These people!
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Orders have been sent.
Insane_Panda
Deity
There once was a Russian man...let us call him Mikhail. Mikhail lived in the French village of Julienlemagne. Mikhail was generally an angry man. Once he had been happy, and once he had socialised much with the people in his town, yet now it was not so. He had come to Julienlemagne to sell things, but the things he sold were generally of bad quality, and the locals soon were annoyed of his cheap ways, and his attempts at heckling them and getting htem to buy his wares.
There was another man in the town. Let us call him Valerien. He was a french merchant, owner of a textile mill, and generally was very rich. He was also very generous, and gave much to the town and its people. Mikhail did not like this very much, so then, one day, he plotted to go and murder Valerien at the town hall.
The next day, he walked to the town hall, pistol in hand. Valerien was meeting with the local committees, and giving them his ideas - you see, his ideas were very much appreciated, as he was a big funder of the local committees. Valerien was caught by suprise, and greeted Mikhail. He did not like this man much, this man who was so angry and so irritating, yet he greeted him amiably.
To this, Mikhail declared.
"You, Valerien, are nought but an evil, evil man! You make everyone your puppet, and you manipulate this town so that there are no other as rich as you! You are an evil man, and I must kill you!"
Valerien was stunned, and declared back.
"I am not the evil man! You are the evil man! You seek naught but profit for yourself, and the people see through your vile ways. You have none but theives and other traitorous types on your side, and you do nothing to benefit our great town! If I die, I die the better man! I die being the man who has helped his fellows, the man who has shared his wealth with all....but I doubt I will die regardless."
Valerien chuckled.
The members of the local committee, who were standing by and watching this whole ordeal, soon jumped up to save Valerien. They each took the forks from their luncheon (for they were enjoying lunch), and stabbed Mikhail. They stabbed him one thousand times, and he bled all over the place, generally creating a large mess. The janitor was not very happy, but he did not like Mikhail very much, so he smacked at his head with a big mop.
They chanted.
"death to him! death to the evil man! death! death! death!"
Valerien laughed and proceeded to cut Mikhail into small peices - each townsmember was given a good portioned slice, and flavored their peices well, buying the best ingredients. They then had a feast out of these peices. The town rejoiced.
OOC: A more serious story to come
There was another man in the town. Let us call him Valerien. He was a french merchant, owner of a textile mill, and generally was very rich. He was also very generous, and gave much to the town and its people. Mikhail did not like this very much, so then, one day, he plotted to go and murder Valerien at the town hall.
The next day, he walked to the town hall, pistol in hand. Valerien was meeting with the local committees, and giving them his ideas - you see, his ideas were very much appreciated, as he was a big funder of the local committees. Valerien was caught by suprise, and greeted Mikhail. He did not like this man much, this man who was so angry and so irritating, yet he greeted him amiably.
To this, Mikhail declared.
"You, Valerien, are nought but an evil, evil man! You make everyone your puppet, and you manipulate this town so that there are no other as rich as you! You are an evil man, and I must kill you!"
Valerien was stunned, and declared back.
"I am not the evil man! You are the evil man! You seek naught but profit for yourself, and the people see through your vile ways. You have none but theives and other traitorous types on your side, and you do nothing to benefit our great town! If I die, I die the better man! I die being the man who has helped his fellows, the man who has shared his wealth with all....but I doubt I will die regardless."
Valerien chuckled.
The members of the local committee, who were standing by and watching this whole ordeal, soon jumped up to save Valerien. They each took the forks from their luncheon (for they were enjoying lunch), and stabbed Mikhail. They stabbed him one thousand times, and he bled all over the place, generally creating a large mess. The janitor was not very happy, but he did not like Mikhail very much, so he smacked at his head with a big mop.
They chanted.
"death to him! death to the evil man! death! death! death!"
Valerien laughed and proceeded to cut Mikhail into small peices - each townsmember was given a good portioned slice, and flavored their peices well, buying the best ingredients. They then had a feast out of these peices. The town rejoiced.
OOC: A more serious story to come
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