Nah, that wouldn't be fair. Demonsul actually had the idea before I did, anyway. Maybe I can help out with incidental stuff like NPCs or something?
Nah, that wouldn't be fair. Demonsul actually had the idea before I did, anyway. Maybe I can help out with incidental stuff like NPCs or something?
Prelude to Revolution
The fires of revolution have been kindled. From Velthagen to Eus Vandais, dissent is reaching boiling point. The nationalists and revolutionaries are preparing to march.
[Year 1 will begin shortly. The players that made it in are Cidellus, Kaynato, Galloglasses, Palamedes, Pharmacy, Protoman, Vancho1 and Kocel232.]
Good luck everyone! I'll be following this, it looks exciting
Don't worry, Bram. I'm sure my nation will need a financial adviser or something. Though, I'll admit, I'm disappointed you didn't make it in, as you had basically picked Insurgo 2.0 as your nation. That would've been hilarious to watch as you attempted to keep it from spontaneously falling to pieces. XD
So, basically, we've got Not-Russia, Imperialistic Britain and Tibet's bastard love child, Not-France, Not-Germany, Not-Scotland-On-PCP, The Goofy Spy Nation That's Totally Not Ruthless And Fucking Deadly (Fool me one, Pharm, shame on me, fool me twice...), my Tribal-Mountain-Not-Dwarves, and finally, Palamedes' nation, which I'm going to call Barney-ville, as, from the description, it sounds like everyone there is really happy, nice, and likes to work together.
This is going to be one hell of a game, guys.
Also? As soon as our revolutions are over, let's make sure to put a bit more focus on culture and such this time around. National sports, plays, books, stuff like that...
Oh Kocel, you have no idea how dangerous a dinosaur can be.
Also I was trying to put stuff into arts and books and stuff, not MY fault war started :P
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Tives, Kingdom of Tivesra
Winter, 786th year of the second era
It was a cold winter night, yet the flames of revolution burned hot. Throughout Tives, a riot was growing, having formed hours before. The militia was the only organized force, massing outside the Citadel in the center of town. Émile Maheu, the Colonel in charge of the militia, was roaming around the courtyard, shouting orders as his men filed through the open gates. It had been a surprise assault, and the mighty Citadel hadn't possessed the time necessary to close off its fortifications. As a result, it was being overwhelmed by the insane and rabid mob, as well as the organized militia. Inside, they were looting weapons and ammunition, and the guards who refused to surrender were promptly executed. Within a half hour of the Citadel's fall, the now-armed citizens were roaming the streets, and a new man had arrived in the Citadel's courtyard. Stepping from his carriage, he examined the scene with a smile on his face as a wicket instrument of execution was set up.
Gradually, over the course of several hours, prisoners were filed in. Loyalist soldiers, noblemen, and even the King's Minister of War were in chains, kneeling in the snow awaiting their fate. Finally, a new carriage arrived, and from it a tall, fat man emerged led by guards. He had been recently stripped down, and was now outfitted in the rough and ragged clothes of a commoner. He still carried himself with an air of royalty. He was followed by a woman, presumably his wife, along with five children of various ages. They were all lined up, outfitted in chains, and forced to the floor.
The crowd that had formed was hushed by the Royal family's appearance, and the man that had come before stepped forward. He was Aristide Gervaise, the primary instigator of the revolution. He was flanked by the militia Colonel, along with a shorter, fatter man named Horace Paladeau. Aristide stood next to the newly-constructed guillotine and motioned for the King to be brought forward.
"Citoyens," he began. "We stand on the threshold of a new era! For long enough, these royal pigs have threatened, oppressed, exploited, and trampled us! NO MORE, I SAY!"
The King was brought forward, appearing to be in shock. Aristide turned to him, scowling.
"Citoyen Philippe Maigneron, you stand accused of treason!" Aristide shouted. "What do you say in your defense?"
He breathed heavily, almost unable to stand. "I...am your KING!" he shouted. "My final command...for you all...my final REQUEST...is that you spare my family."
Aristide shook his head. "They, too, are TREASONOUS COWARDS! Enemies of ze REVOLUCION!"
The King stared at Aristide, his mouth gaping, his eyes displaying his horror. He whispered to Aristide, begging for the lives of his children. Aristide backed away, not giving him the dignity of a response, and motioned for him to be lowered to the guillotine.
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD! LIFE TO ZE REVOLUCION!" shouted several in the crowd, and it quickly turned into a chant. Aristide stepped forward, cheering with them, and gestured to the executioner, who pulled the lever. The blade dropped quickly, slicing through the sinews and spine. The head dropped into a basket, his eyes blinking as his headless body fell down into the snow. His royal blood stained and melted the snow as Aristide beamed in delight.
"Next prisoner!" shouted Aristide as a horseman charged into the courtyard, seeming to be in a panic.
"Sir!" he shouted, taking a moment to catch his breath. "The army is here!"
Aristide nodded. "Take up positions! Defend the city!"
"Sir?" asked the Colonel.
"Do it!" shouted Aristide before turning to the executioner. "Kill the rest of them! Treason is their crime, death is their punishment!"
The executioner nodded, and Aristide turned to the Colonel. "What are you still doing here?! Get to the fortifications!"
The Colonel nodded, running off, and Aristide jumped on a horse and rode for the edge of the city, intending to take command. Behind, the corpse of King Philippe VII remained, all interest in the mass execution gone as the citizens went to defend their city.
As Aristide rode to the barricades, he noted a significant lack of an assault. The army's cannons were silent, and he could see the King's soldiers standing in lines roughly a mile from the city. As he stopped, a young militia captain ran up to him.
"Sir! Their general has sent a request that he be allowed to meet with the revolutionary leader!" exclaimed the Captain, standing at attention.
"What is his name?" Aristide asked.
"Maximilien Avolaire," said the captain.
"Avolaire. The child," sneered Aristide. "He could blow this city apart, with all his artillery..."
Aristide sighed, biting his lip. Out there, Avolaire would have him at his mercy, but in the city they were vulnerable. He could move in and blow them apart at a moment's notice.
"Very well! Move the barricades!" yelled Aristide.
After five minutes of labor, the ragtag city barricades were moved aside, and Aristide rode his horse out into the snowy no man's land, stopping between the city and Avolaire's army. Right before he stopped, he saw the line of infantry part, and spotted a horse-mounted man emerging. The man charged his horse forward, rapidly closing the distance, and stopped roughly twenty feet from Aristide. Aristide looked him over. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties, and was wearing a large, black coat over his general's uniform. A bicorne hat concealed his short, brown hair, and a set of hazel eyes stared out at the revolutionary leader.
"Maximilien Avolaire," he said, introducing himself.
"You have the city in your control, Monsieur Gervaise," he noted. "Where is the King, and his family?"
"Dead," said Aristide, doing his best to suppress his smile.
"You slew the King and his family," said Maximilien, unable to hide his surprise. "Why?"
"They are enemies of the people, and of the revolucion," Aristide said strongly.
Maximilien said nothing for several moments as he thought. Finally, he spoke again. "Then I shall join your revolucion. The people shall take no more oppression."
Aristide's mouth opened slightly. He could not believe the man in front of him. "You...are serious?" he asked.
Maximilien smiled. "Yes. My men shall follow me, and we shall fight for a cause, rather than a fat old man enriching himself off the labors of the poor."
Aristide took several moments, the shock wearing off. "Very well, General Avolaire! Have your men make camp, and march with me into the city!"
Avolaire nodded before riding back to his lines.
Several hours and several hundred executions later, Aristide entered his temporary office in the Citadel, taking a seat and sighing. It had been a busy night, but the revolucion was underway. Entering with him was Horace Paladeau, the plump, short man from the courtyard.
"It has been a busy night, Horace, and the kingdom must know that its king is no more. Send out letters to the various provinces. Declare the kingdom dead, and state that a new revolutionary government has been established. State our intentions. We intend to eliminate the corruption of the ancien regime and establish a new republic devoted to our ideals," said Aristide as he sat.
Horace nodded, "Anything else you would like to add?"
"State that they must send representatives to the capital to represent their provinces," said Aristide. "The Tivesran Republic is born this night..."
Horace nodded, making mental notes.
"Now go," said Aristide, gesturing for Horace to leave. Horace turned and quickly left the office, leaving Aristide alone to think.
Actually, my country is not-Switzerland. Get it right, please.
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Well..I geuss i am one of the first in line of the player que.
I mean..Its like the last game right? With the new player joining rule right? In the background right?
Oh god Proto I didn't notice that your leader is Groucho Marx, that is BEAUTIFUL. Funnily enough, possibly somewhat historically accurate, as well.
Also, Kay? Your leader should probably expect a fruit basket from the Verren Republic. We can be the best neighbors since Tim and that one tall guy off of "Home Improvement."
And where's Gallo's nation? Can anyone tell? I've got a rough idea of where I'll be.
It seems like large parts of the world are still unexplored (Not tagged as part of a kingdom)
Are those territories free for claim or can undiscovered people live there? Of course we don't know cause the place is unexplored.
"It easy to become comfortable with the enemy you know. 'Our familiar foes' but to discount the menaces that lurk beyond the known world is to risk a rude awakening that can become a nightmare."
Bram, if I were you? I'd just wait. Sul will contact you when the chance rolled around. Hell, he contacted me out of the blue, I'd forgotten all about the one post I had made in the thread where I had expressed interest in playing.
From the look of the map, though, yeah, if I was a betting man, I'd bet on new cultures being discovered at some point.
i still love how he's fascist ireland
as for groucho, yes, it will be glorious
also if you pay attention all my council members are also based on communist leaders and/or other historical figures
Karl Marx, Lenin (in his more letziln-y flavor just so i can write like letziln in letters again), Trotsky, Emma Goldman, and a strange-as-fuck combination of Rasputin and Stalin that is sure to be terrifying and creepy as hell and IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL
Last edited by Protoman; 03-21-2012 at 08:50 AM.
The King has been killed by the revolutionaries in the capital! This shock to the entire kingdom rides on fast horses, spreading the word to the most distant provinces. When word reached the rebellious cities and realms, revolutions waiting for their moment took up arms in a general rising that swept across the entire nation.
But the battle has only just begun: revolutionaries have never agreed on what should follow the demise of the old regime, and rivalries are beginning to surface. The scattered remnants of the royal armies try to suppress the revolution as the majority of soldiers either desert or band together in revolutionary liberation armies.
In the west, across the straits, the lands of Allerzeit and Palaver sat opposite one another. The borders of Astravassia, Skadgard and Vaestgard were too close, and the rulers of those kingdoms had long envied the Old Kingdom for its holdings. The fledgling nations would have to stand firm if the foreigners decided to take a slice from the dying kingdom.
In the cool northeast, the Wrin Plateau rose up in revolt, while the Wesserian cities north of them banded together to form a new federation. However, Wrin was known for its rebel sentiment, and it would need to deal with a lot of royal troops trying to subjugate them, while in the north, the presence of a large royal army in Berna prevented them from immediately joining the federation – the loyalists would need to be repelled first.
Meanwhile, the Verren Republic was isolated by many local revolutionaries who behaved more like bandits and looters, sacking the countryside and towns. Their growth would be difficult, but they would do their best to fight through. At least the riotous louts would be less of a threat than well trained and equipped loyalists, even though they will likely have higher morale.
Along the south coast, Daridan and An tAontas faced a similar problem; the dangerous rival nation of the old kingdom, Andarassia, was an ever-present threat. The Sultan there must be eyeing his fragmenting opposition with glee, and drawing up invasion plans even as they rebelled. Vigilance would be vital, but this threat would still be a while in coming. First, they needed to secure their own holdings against the loyalist armies and lawless looters.
Finally, with the support of a defected royal army under a skilled general, the Tivesran Republic would stand a chance – a desperate chance, as they found themselves in the heart of loyalist territory, holding the capital. But with vigilance and the ever-burning revolutionary spirit, there was no doubt in their minds that they would be victorious.
A letter is sent to the revolting cities.
Dear Fellow Revolutionaries,
It is a time for glory and freedom. It is a time for the injustices of the Old Kingdom to be righted. I, Vincent Schulz of Lucern, Chancellor pro tempore of the Wesserian Federation wish you luck in your fight against the tyranny of the Loyalists. I hope my neighbors, as well as those more distant from the Wesserian lands can forge friendly relationships that will help us emerge stronger from these dark times. Soon, my best general marches to free our comrades in Berna, and then to free all other cities nearby from Loyalist hands until he is forced to stop. I hope for his success, and the success of all of your generals and armies to free more lands. The revolution shall triumph through unity and dedication.
All you fighters, thinkers, and dreamers, working for a better future, I salute you.
One for all, and all for one!
Chancellor pro tempore of the Wesserian Federation,
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A LETTER HAS BEEN SENT TO THE WORLD FROM ALLERZIET'S HEAD OF DIPLOMACY, VLAYITIR LEVOZOLERN
Dear BOURGEOIS CAPITALIST PIG WHORE DOG SLUT PROSTITUTES OF THE WORLD
HOW ARE YOU TODAY I AM GOOD TOO THANK YOU FOR ASKING
WE ARE NOW DOING THE KILLING OF OLD MONARCH YES? IS GOOD OK THIS IS UNDERSTOOD
WE MUST ENSURE THAT THE OLD EMPIRE NEVER AGAIN RISES SO LET US BE KILLING LOTS OF LOYALIST AGREED? OK YES.
AT SAME TIME LET US MAKE SURE THAT THE BALANCE OF POWER IS MAINTAINED AS FINELY AS THE BALANCE BETWEEN POTATO AND WATER IN GLORIOUS CHEAP VODKA ON FINE WINTER DAY IN THE NORTH. IF WE DO NOT EMPIRE MIGHT RISE AGAIN AND THAT WILL LEAD TO THE HAPPENINGS OF BAD THINGS.
NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME COMRADE GROUVLO IS RUNNING TOWARD ME AND TELLING ME NOT TO SEND LETTER SO HAVE FUN COMRADES GOODBYE
Returning to his office, Grouvlo Marziet turns to his brother.
"Whose idea was it to make him our head of diplomacy again?"
The elder Marziet gives a simple shrug and goes back to writing the first draft of the Allerziet Constitution.
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This made me think I missed the sign-ups. Oh well, that's what I get for not reading to the end.
Best. Rp. Ever.
YAY it's back. And I'm free to groupie up.
ALL TRUE MEN OF VERR!
Rejoice! For it is time to bring the tyrants of the Kingdom TO THEIR KNEES. For too long have Verren factories, mines, and honest businesses languished under their parasitical reign! They steal from our nation to enrich their own! They stole from your grandparents, oppressed your parents, and now, on this eve of revolution, they will exterminate us all if we do not FIGHT BACK.
For this whole continent has erupted into rebellion. With the old tyrant dead, AND HE IS, INDEED, DEAD, they will not risk another uprising. Had we not revolted, they would have exterminated the Verr regardless, out of sheer paranoia. So, I decided to strike before they could. I, a TRUE PATRIOT, decided to defend my home before they could attack it. I beg you to join me. I beg ALL to join me. Let us bring about a new nation for a people, a new VERREN NATION which the world will look to and RESPECT.
They fight with our steel, brothers! Let us seize it back, and use it against them!
Fergus Dante, True Son of Verr and an Honest Patriot.