stSbNESIII - 1815 Turning the Clock Back
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Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
I got Kamilian to join! yay
Grandmaster
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Blah, nevermind.
Grandmaster
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Denmark for me.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
good, good, stats up today or tomorrow for sure and then we START!
Global Nexus
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This seems like a good NES to return to the fold through. ^^ Can I have a gauging of Beylik's strength? I don't want to play a superpower [heck, I don't even plan on trying to build it into such], but I don't want to control something that's fodder for any old aggressor.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Beylik is by no means strong, it has a small army and a navy, and in addition to a small size their quality is horrible and productivity and literacy are pretty bad. For playing an out of the way country Id recomend Sweeden if its not already taken, and if it is...then maybe one of the german nations? Holstein?
Global Nexus
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Ahh, so it's a quite a bit of a fixer-upper is it? Good. ^^ Even if I get crushed, I'd like to play Beylik. Unless you really don't want me to, in which case I'll look for something else. ^^;
Insane_Panda
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Prelude: France - An Eagle with Clipped Feathers
L'Empereur deposed
June 18, 1815 - A day that will go down in French history as the defeat of Napoleon, the defeat of the Revolution. There would be other revolutions, but that is not our story to tell. No, for now, France would be ruled by Kings. They were not enlightened rulers, nor were they reactionaries, for awhile, it seemed as if France was placated. Europe and the Bourbons were wrong however, as it was merely a year of slumber. The French people were too tired to continue their struggle against repression, but soon they would be shaken from the opressive shackles of their lethargy. Soon, the eagle of France would fly oncemore...
But for 1815, Louis XVIII ruled. He was a glutinous man, concerned with eating and drinking as much as ruling. Initially he had seemed a moderate, with the formation of bicameral legislature proposed by Talleyrand, coupled with his relatively moderate policies. This slieght of hand, however, was just to keep the French people clueless, and soon, Ultrareactionaries dominated the French Parliament. This was disbanded, as the conservatives soon became unmanageable, but the liberals too, were unmanageable. France was without direction. Also, there was a new Prime Minister, one very involved in Coalition circles, the same coalition which destroyed the Empire. Using his connections and friendships, he was able to get the allied occupation armies out of France soon enough, but other than that the future looked bleak. France, for now, was an eagle with clipped feathers.
Oh, the glutony!
L'Empereur deposed
June 18, 1815 - A day that will go down in French history as the defeat of Napoleon, the defeat of the Revolution. There would be other revolutions, but that is not our story to tell. No, for now, France would be ruled by Kings. They were not enlightened rulers, nor were they reactionaries, for awhile, it seemed as if France was placated. Europe and the Bourbons were wrong however, as it was merely a year of slumber. The French people were too tired to continue their struggle against repression, but soon they would be shaken from the opressive shackles of their lethargy. Soon, the eagle of France would fly oncemore...
But for 1815, Louis XVIII ruled. He was a glutinous man, concerned with eating and drinking as much as ruling. Initially he had seemed a moderate, with the formation of bicameral legislature proposed by Talleyrand, coupled with his relatively moderate policies. This slieght of hand, however, was just to keep the French people clueless, and soon, Ultrareactionaries dominated the French Parliament. This was disbanded, as the conservatives soon became unmanageable, but the liberals too, were unmanageable. France was without direction. Also, there was a new Prime Minister, one very involved in Coalition circles, the same coalition which destroyed the Empire. Using his connections and friendships, he was able to get the allied occupation armies out of France soon enough, but other than that the future looked bleak. France, for now, was an eagle with clipped feathers.
Oh, the glutony!
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
GN, gald to have you aboard, Feanor, no, it means you have a claim to it, but I believe it was an independent entity at the time, will double check though
Insane_Panda
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Queen Elizabeth I also had the title of queen of France.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Panda, that is an awesome story! Melikes!
silver 2039
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I'd like Hannove rif it's not taken. Where is it on the map BTW?
Insane_Panda
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It is the nation of the same color as England on the map in Germany. It is in personal union with the UK. That, however, is voided with the ascension of Queen Victoria in 1837 IIRC.
North King
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Prussia: An Empire lost, an Empire found...
Frederick William III of Prussia
Berlin, Prussia
Frederick brooded over the map of his empire in his study. No, not truly an Empire. There was no Empire in Germany anymore, was there? He chuckled bitterly inside. At least the Hapsburgs didnt have all of Germany swearing fealty to them anymore... That was perhaps the one good thing Napoleon had brought upon this world.
At any rate, he was king of Prussia, ruler of one of the great nations that had triumphed over Napoleon. His general Blucher had been at the site of Waterloo in the thick of battle, crushing the French and saving the British from a long and costly battle. Not that a loss there would have meant anything as the Austrians and Russians approached Paris, but it did give a certain boost of morale to the nation, after all.
And God knew they had needed one. Prussia had fallen, it probably seemed to the common folk. His father was the last great king they had, to hear them all talk. Frederick did admire his father, yes, but he deeply disliked having to live up to such a reputation. Those who wrote the history books would always point to him and note that his father had fought off Russia, Austria, and France at the peak of his life, while what had he done? Presided over the defeat of the Prussian armies at the hands of Napoleon.
God, Jena! 40,000 men, utterly demolished by Napoleons army, while the bulk of his men were unable to even defeat a few corps under Davout, even though they outnumbered them two to one! That had been a humiliating day for Prussia, and he had vowed to himself that it would never happen again. His ministers spent the next seven years rebuilding the army.
It would take until 1813 to turn on the French, and then inflict on him the series of defeats that would finally avenge Prussia. But had it truly avenged?
The nation of the black eagle, that had stood valiantly against most of Europe only fifty years before, needed the help of Russia and Austria to defeat France. They had been humiliated. Never again.
But 1813, God, that was far too late as well. Three years too late.
Louise had died that cold, bleak year of 1810. His beloved wife, his one true love. Dead.
She had borne years of ceaseless slander by Napoleon, and had never been able to gain revenge. She never got to return the compliment. Always forced to bear that sorry burden. The nation had mourned when she had died, she had been elevated by Napoleons evil attacks on her rather than degraded in their eyes. Louise had died a true heroine of Prussia. Prussia had gotten its vengeance, but she had never gotten hers. Why would God be so cruel as to have her die before the fall of Napoleon? Why had she never been granted those few extra years to see Napoleon forced to some isle, and her finally able to regain her full nobility?
He wished she was here now. Of course, he had always wished for that, of course. But now, more than ever. He needed her advice, her counsel. Prussia was at a crossroads. What would she have wanted him to do?
God, why?
Berlin, Prussia, the following day
Frederick woke with a start. He had seen her in his dream.
Impossible. Had it been her soul that had come, to answer his prayers? Or was it the Devil, tricking him? It could not have been her. Not now, not after five years of silence! It couldnt be... And yet, it was. He remembered her face from the dream, just as he had seen her at their first meeting. The day he had been enraptured by her beauty and grace. The day he had decided to marry her.
She had been there. But she couldnt have been. Why would God send such a confusing image? Why would it all have been so muddled? Confused? But it had been there. He knew it.
He almost leapt out of bed in his haste. He called for his servant to dress him immediately. Startled, the poor man came in, quite confused at this new vigor coming from the usually sickly and depressed king, but complied nonetheless.
He came out of his room at a furious pace and cornered his advisor von Hardenberg. The Prince looked at him curiously.
Frederick simply said, Ive had a dream. From there he laid out his plan for the new Prussia. The reborn Prussia.
The Prussia of Frederick the Great would come again.
Frederick William III of Prussia
Berlin, Prussia
Frederick brooded over the map of his empire in his study. No, not truly an Empire. There was no Empire in Germany anymore, was there? He chuckled bitterly inside. At least the Hapsburgs didnt have all of Germany swearing fealty to them anymore... That was perhaps the one good thing Napoleon had brought upon this world.
At any rate, he was king of Prussia, ruler of one of the great nations that had triumphed over Napoleon. His general Blucher had been at the site of Waterloo in the thick of battle, crushing the French and saving the British from a long and costly battle. Not that a loss there would have meant anything as the Austrians and Russians approached Paris, but it did give a certain boost of morale to the nation, after all.
And God knew they had needed one. Prussia had fallen, it probably seemed to the common folk. His father was the last great king they had, to hear them all talk. Frederick did admire his father, yes, but he deeply disliked having to live up to such a reputation. Those who wrote the history books would always point to him and note that his father had fought off Russia, Austria, and France at the peak of his life, while what had he done? Presided over the defeat of the Prussian armies at the hands of Napoleon.
God, Jena! 40,000 men, utterly demolished by Napoleons army, while the bulk of his men were unable to even defeat a few corps under Davout, even though they outnumbered them two to one! That had been a humiliating day for Prussia, and he had vowed to himself that it would never happen again. His ministers spent the next seven years rebuilding the army.
It would take until 1813 to turn on the French, and then inflict on him the series of defeats that would finally avenge Prussia. But had it truly avenged?
The nation of the black eagle, that had stood valiantly against most of Europe only fifty years before, needed the help of Russia and Austria to defeat France. They had been humiliated. Never again.
But 1813, God, that was far too late as well. Three years too late.
Louise had died that cold, bleak year of 1810. His beloved wife, his one true love. Dead.
She had borne years of ceaseless slander by Napoleon, and had never been able to gain revenge. She never got to return the compliment. Always forced to bear that sorry burden. The nation had mourned when she had died, she had been elevated by Napoleons evil attacks on her rather than degraded in their eyes. Louise had died a true heroine of Prussia. Prussia had gotten its vengeance, but she had never gotten hers. Why would God be so cruel as to have her die before the fall of Napoleon? Why had she never been granted those few extra years to see Napoleon forced to some isle, and her finally able to regain her full nobility?
He wished she was here now. Of course, he had always wished for that, of course. But now, more than ever. He needed her advice, her counsel. Prussia was at a crossroads. What would she have wanted him to do?
God, why?
* * *
Berlin, Prussia, the following day
Frederick woke with a start. He had seen her in his dream.
Impossible. Had it been her soul that had come, to answer his prayers? Or was it the Devil, tricking him? It could not have been her. Not now, not after five years of silence! It couldnt be... And yet, it was. He remembered her face from the dream, just as he had seen her at their first meeting. The day he had been enraptured by her beauty and grace. The day he had decided to marry her.
She had been there. But she couldnt have been. Why would God send such a confusing image? Why would it all have been so muddled? Confused? But it had been there. He knew it.
He almost leapt out of bed in his haste. He called for his servant to dress him immediately. Startled, the poor man came in, quite confused at this new vigor coming from the usually sickly and depressed king, but complied nonetheless.
He came out of his room at a furious pace and cornered his advisor von Hardenberg. The Prince looked at him curiously.
Frederick simply said, Ive had a dream. From there he laid out his plan for the new Prussia. The reborn Prussia.
The Prussia of Frederick the Great would come again.
Insane_Panda
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Haha! thats right you Prussians! You better remember Jena and Aüsterdat!!
North King
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Insane_Panda said:
*Points to Leipzeig and Waterloo*
Grandmaster
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Changed my mind yet again. Poland it is.
