The Grand War

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Chapter One, Section One

The sun rose just like on another other day. The roosters have been awake for about thirty minutes and the dew was just beginning to settle on the ground. The sun still hung low in the sky, a distant egg. The cloud was cloudless, save for a few feathers of clouds that hung around from the previous day. In the ever-brightening light, a new soul entered the world.

Joseph Alexander Harbin was born on a cool May morning; May twenty-second, anno domini eighteen forty eight to be exact. Joseph's father, John Harbin, is a poor Gregorian priest, and Joseph's mother, Mary Connors, was a seamstress, own a small plot of land in the village of Colchester. Joseph was the second child of John and Mary. Their first child, Alexander Harbin, was, unfortunately, stillborn one year earlier.

The Harbins live on a poor tobacco farm in the eastern portion of the Kingdom of Anglia, a large, albeit poor, kingdom situated in the south-western portion of the Eastern Continent. The kingdom juts out from the mainland on a narrow peninsula, roughly 1500 miles long, but only about two-hundred miles wide, on average. The east-west orientation of the Anglian Peninsula means that much of the peninsula experiences the same temperate climate. However, on the western end of the Anglian Peninsula, the Arshire Mountains block cold winds, thus created a warmer climate, suitable for the growing of limited amounts of sugarcane.

The capital city, and largest city, London, lies in the centre of the continent, on the northern coast. London’s main industries include shipbuilding, finance and commerce. London is also the main industrial city of Anglia. Other important cities include Clifton (near where the Harbins reside), Pashendale (extreme northeast corner), Accmouth (south, famous for its horse ranches) and Paulston (western cape).

A major industry in the western cape is gold mining. However, this is a very dangerous occupation; cave-ins, flash floods and rock slides are commonplace along the steep cliffs of the Arshire Mountains. Farming tobacco is another important sector of Anglia’s economy. However, this is mainly confined to the eastern portion of Anglia. Agriculture has always been Anglia’s largest industry, and presently, most of the peasants are still tied to their land, farming on plots their grandfathers and their grandfathers have had.

The history of Anglia has been a relatively tranquil one. Its lack of land borders have allowed most Anglians to live in peace. However, Anglia is currently experiencing extreme industrialization. Falling crop prices and mechanization of farms have led many families to leave their ancestral homes and move to urban centres to work in factories, making cloth and simple mechanical devices and in shipyards, strengthening Anglia’s navy, building a new type of ship: the ironclad.

Anglia is an absolute monarchy, currently ruled by the young, twenty-three year old King William IX. The King is still the supreme commander of the army and the navy and exercises near total control over the country. However, many radicals in cities are inciting many to join the labour and socialist movements, which seek to overthrow the king and install a new government to serve the workers. However, these radicals are duly suppressed by the King’s men, and many of them executed for treason. The system of labour has many intellectuals believing that this is the greatest hindrance to Anglia’s prosperity while the royalty and their advisors remain firm in their belief of feudalism. Nevertheless, many acknowledge that the status quo cannot continue; something must give. Many expect, within the next twenty years, a peasant insurrection will occur, and this will put the interests of the royal family at odds with the interests of the nation as a whole. Academics point to examples in the Iroquois Confederacy and the Most Serene Republic of Portugal, two other nations also on the Eastern Continent, as examples of prosperity under republican forms of governance. But these nations experienced bloody coups and revolutions to get to their republican forms of government. Portugal, for instance, reached a state of anarchy when a terrorist planted a plant near the royal couple’s carriage while they were in a parade. The new king was only three years old, and members of the republican fellowship seized control of the palace and proclaimed the Republic of Portugal. A bloody, four year long civil war ensued, with the republicans prevailing, putting down royal opposition, sentencing many of the royal family to be shot in public.

However, many, including the Harbins, do not know what the future of Anglia holds in store.
 
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Very nice start. Will follow. I like seeing a history through an everyman's eyes.
 
Chapter One, Section Two

Bordering Anglia is the Kingdom of Germany, located to the east. The border runs along the ridge line of the Homeshire Mountains, a series of weathered peaks which run northwest-southeast, across the peninsula. Only a few roads transverse the peaks, mainly running along gorges cut by streams and rivers, and mountain passes. This lack of connection makes trade over these mountains difficult. Residents near the mountains have to use naval transportation to cross the Bay of Hammerstein and reach the commercial ports of eastern Germany.

The German Empire is an autocratic state, similar to Anglia. However, the relatively liberal Kaiser Paul II has allowed merchants to establish trade in all areas around the world. The main German port of Zuckerfelder, in the western reaches of Germany, services ships from all countries. Additionally, its strategic location along the isthmus connecting the Anglian peninsula and the mainland has led to the creation of the Royal German Canal, where many ships cross. The profits made from tolls on this canal has convinced Paul II to loosen his grip on commerce within German borders, a move which merchants and captains applaud.

South of Germany is the smallest nation on the continent, the Duchy of the Spanish. The Duchy lies in the polar region of the Eastern Continent. These seafaring people spend most of their time sailing to foreign ports, bringing pelts of the of locally abundant Iberian Mink to trade for gold, silver and gems. The capital city of Madrid is a relatively new city, founded in the 13th century, thus is one of the most modern cities in the world. Ruling Spain is the aging duchess Isabella III, and a weak parliament set up by the Spanish Constitution.

The largest nation on the Eastern Continent is the Iroquois Commonwealth. Stretching from the Niagara River, along the German border, northeastward to the jungles near America, over two thousand miles away. The Niagara River is the longest river on the continent, running roughly 2200 miles, mostly within the borders of the Commonwealth. The Niagara River and the smaller Cattaraugus River, which runs for eight-hundred miles along the Iroquois-Russian border, meet at the great city of Cattaraugus, a focus of trade on the continent. Many overland trades routes intersected, and local oases caused the city to grow rapidly during the 12th to the 17th centuries. However, advances in ocean-going ships have caused the importance of Cattaraugus to be diminished.

The Russian Republic occupies the south-eastern portion of the continent, west of the Iroquois and the Germans. The most advanced nation on the continent, it depends on coal mining for trade. In fact, so much coal mining occurs along the Volga River, after rain, the river runs black with soot and ash. An ever present cloud of smog hovers above Moscow with its numerous coal factories. The average lifespan of a Muscovite runs only about twenty-eight years, well below the averages in the Iroquois Commonwealth or the Spanish Duchy. Even Knyaz Ivan Strogonov of Russia does not live in Moscow, but rather in the nearby countryside, where the air is much cleaner.

The oldest nation, the American Confederacy, lies northeast of the Iroquois Commonwealth. America is home to some of the oldest ruins in the Eastern Continent, and even the world. These ruins are indicative of America’s status in the world; once great, now crumbling. However, America is renowned for its wine, a large area of America’s Great Boston Plain is devoted to grape growing and vintners in nearby towns visit regularly to sample some wine, and buy several bottles to trade within America, or export to other nations. Strides have been made to increase America's industrial output, but no amount of reforms can turn lead into gold for the Americans. The main obstacles to industrialization is the high cost of moving goods, the lack of coal for energy and low population. King George VIII rules America from his palace in Washington, on the east coast.

The most isolated nation on the continent is the Most Serene Republic of Portugal, located north of America. As previously discussed, Portugal has had a chaotic existence. The Portuguese civil war embroiled many foreign powers, including the Iroquois, who supported the republicans, and America, who supported the king and the all-mighty Augustine Church. But now that stability is settling in Portugal, former priests and bishops of the Augustine Church are now being run out of the country, for the new republican government maintains strict separation of church and state. The main industries of Portugal include logging, wheat farming, fishing and whaling. Portugal’s head of state is João Duarte, one of the original revolutionaries.

Over on the other continent, the Western Continent, lies four nations (and a fifth, Babylon, on an island lying a hundred miles off the coast). They are: the Aztec Empire, the Dutch Republic, the Arabian Empire and the Hellenic Kingdom. The Dutch Republic and the Hellenic Kingdom are remnants of Eastern colonization on the Western, while the Aztec and Arabian Empires represent the original inhabitants of the continent.
The Dutch Republic, settled by German and Anglian settlers, has had peaceful ties to the Aztecs and the Arabs. Main industries of the Dutch include banana and rice farming, and the exportation of ivory. Its strong merchant marine fleet sails these goods across the central ocean to the Eastern Continent, earning the country large sums of gold and silver.

The Hellenic Kingdom is very different from the Dutch Republic. Originally settled by American settlers searching for gold and silver veins in the hills of the northern coast of the Western continent, the Portuguese began to immigrate in greater numbers. Soon, the population was a majority Portuguese. With the outbreak of the War of the Portuguese Revolution, many Augustine clerics from both America and Portugal fled to these colonies. After the downfall of the Portuguese monarchy, a new Hellenic monarchy was set up. Members of the Portuguese royal family who managed to succeed in fleeing republican oppression were immediately given titles, for example, the brother of the last king of Portugal was crowned king of Hellenia.

The native empires of Arabia and Aztecia remain largely backward despotic monarchies. Effects of Eastern colonization had been felt in cities, with larger amounts of people moving to cities to work, but most remain poor peasant farmers. Both empires are quite large, the two combined occupy about 75% of the Western Continent. But the population remains scattered, for much of the land is jungle or marsh, desert or arid plains.

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The next chapter should be written over the weekend and posted either late Sunday or Monday. And I promise there will be a bit more excitement coming! :lol:
 
Thank to those of you who have read my story and subscribed. Please, post criticisms of my story, both grammatical and otherwise.

Post the map from the military advisor screen. You can crop most of the screen, but a small map will help the reader understand where the enemies are and what the situation is.

Another useful screen shot is the zoomed out version of the front/border area from the theater of war.

Absolutely no crits on the writing. This is well written; you're really giving us a planetary perspective--makes it intriguing to the little geopolitical Machiavellian who lives in my head.
 
Post the map from the military advisor screen. You can crop most of the screen, but a small map will help the reader understand where the enemies are and what the situation is.

Another useful screen shot is the zoomed out version of the front/border area from the theater of war.

Absolutely no crits on the writing. This is well written; you're really giving us a planetary perspective--makes it intriguing to the little geopolitical Machiavellian who lives in my head.

This may the first story that is not directly based off an actual Civ3 game! :lol: Everything is created in my mind, (very) loosely based off Civ3. The thing is, I want a game to go the way I want to (for story purposes), and as you'll see where this story continues, I don't have the skills, time nor energy to recreate in Civ3 what I want to happen. For the lack of pictures, I've been trying to describe what is happening. And this is not the easiest job in the world (y'know, a picture is worth a thousand words). When everything is said and done, this may just be an actual piece of literature! :lol: Joe will develop into a narrator, protagonist and even, veeeeeeeery far along, an antagonist. But I've said too much already. :p

However, I can conjure up some 'created' maps, using the editor, stocked photos and glourious MS paint! So I'll try to create a world map for my next update.
 
Pics or it didn't happen!!!
 
:whipped: Stop wasting time in the what music are you listenin to thread and get to work, peasant!!
 
:whipped: Stop wasting time in the what music are you listenin to thread and get to work, peasant!!

Takhisis, can you please give me your parents' email address? I'm afraid we need to have a long talk.
 
:p Ok, here you go
parentsoftakhisis [at] hotmail [dot] com
 
Chapter Two, Section One

The first few years of Joseph’s life went without major incident. When he was three years old, his mother gave birth to a baby girl, Matilda Harbin. She was named after Joseph’s great-aunt, who was an influential nun in the area.

However, tragedy struck the Harbins in a few days, Joseph’s mother died from complications from Matilda’s birth. This struck the entire community hard, as Joseph’s mother was well-known for her lace work. Joseph’s father was especially hard hit by the death. For a few days, he could not get out of bed, and would cry. He didn’t eat much for a few days and only drank a few glasses of ale. As the village minister, he presided over the funeral, and barely had enough energy to deliver the eulogy.

Even though Joseph was only three years old at the time, this event also struck him. Without a maternity figure in his life, he would not be raised properly his father thought. And without Joseph’s mother’s work, the family received no income. If Joseph’s father did not act, they would be driven even further into poverty, and would be disgraced at the parish.

So, he packed up all the family belongings and he, Joseph and Matilda were going to move in with Joseph’s mother’s family in Clifton, the county town of Cliftonshire. However, even after selling off the house and any non-essential belongings, he did not have enough money to purchase a train ticket for the three of them to Clifton. So, he, Joseph and Matilda had to walk all the way to Clifton, a distance of thirty two miles, across rolling grasslands and patchy forests.

The journey was an arduous one. It took them about a week to cover the distance, because when it rained (which it did several times over the course of the week) the road became a muddy morass, and progress was compromised. Finally, the Harbins caught a glimpse of Clifton. An industrial town, they saw smoke plums billowing out of stacks and poorly constructed tenements where many families would be crammed into a small room. Running water in these tenements would be considered a luxury and diseases, such as dysentery, cholera and many respiratory ailments, were commonplace.

Joseph’s father noticed that the only colour in the city was black. The houses were black from the soot, the clothes that the people wore were black from working in the factories and the sky was black was the pollution. He wondered why such a depressing scene would be thought by many as the way of the future. Reflecting on his days on the farm, he remembered running through the fields of corn with other children, under the blue sky and yellow sun; everything was bright and happy. Here, in Clifton, everything was dark and horrid.

He paused on the hill where he first saw the city. He stood there, watching, for five minutes, wondering whether it really was really necessary to move to this wretched mess. But, he knew he had to reach Joseph’s mother’s family somehow. But finding them in this labyrinth would be impossible. So, he paused again, figuring out how to contact them. He knew that Clifton had a large German population, as Clifton is easily accessible across the Gulf of Hammerstein. So he knew not to check in the German neighbourhoods. He also knew not to check the middle and upper class districts. But this still left him lost; there was still so much of the city left to explore through.

He made a decision. He would find his own housing and live there. So he determinedly started walking down the hill into Clifton.

He found a tenement near Wolf’s River, near the centre of town, which was vacant. The tenement was not extremely old, but was still suffering from the effects of weathering and decay. The room he got was no bigger than the house he had back in the village. On one side was a bed, barely big enough for one full-grown man, and on the other side was a fire. The floor was wooden and the walls were wooden as well, with two narrow windows on the far side wall, giving a view of the poverty below. He knew life here was not going to be easy, and he also knew that he had to provide for Matilda and Joseph.

The next day he went to the local linen factory to seek employment. They talked to a large, rather old man, wearing a suit and a top hat. He explained to the Harbins that work was from seven in the morning to seven at night, with no breaks. However horrid the job offer seemed, Joseph’s father had to take it, and work with it. If he didn’t, he would be fired and be forced to seek employment elsewhere.

He entered the daily grind of waking up at six in the morning and walking to the factory and working from sunrise to sundown. He left the children behind, with a mother from another family to take care of them. When he returned from work, he would put the money he earned into a metal box he found on the street: all three pounds and sixpence. But this was a sacrifice he had to make if he wanted to see Joseph and Matilda grow up to become more successful and wealthier.
 
Map Reference One

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Sweet Baloney of Nairobi, a map at last! And a doozy at that--a grayscale map for a grayscale world.

I like your industrial nightmare setting. I recall in college reading about how the industrialized environment of northern England actually influenced the coloration of some moth species. I forget which moth it was, but their species comes in two colors: black and white. Formerly the black members of the species were at greater risk of avian predators because they stood out more when they landed on the white buildings and ash trees of the community. Then, after industrialization, the sooty byproduct of progress turned every available surface in England black and the black moths were better camouflaged while the white ones started to become more rare through "natural" selection.

Industrial pollution is also responsible for London's famous "fog"--the Thames didn't really fog up that much before coal burning factories put a lot of soot in the air.

I might be garbling the stories a bit. Our post-industrial, pro-green bias doesn't want to acknowledge it, but generally everyone in the 19th Century thought of pollution as a delightful sign of power and prestige (an affection we reserve only for barbecue pit smoke today). All that child labor actually took a good number of ne'er-do-well urchins off the streets... making life safer for all those London prostitutes.

I was totally born in the wrong century.
 
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