Homelands: Tales of the Anglo-Prussians
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Splendid. The boy learns his trade and at the same time gets his anger against the nobles up.
Prussia shall bathe in blood. Muahahahaha!
I wonder how much Kiten blames himself. It's obvious he blames himself because he knows why Vishly was running away. How much he blames himself is the question.
Prussia shall bathe in blood. Muahahahaha!
I wonder how much Kiten blames himself. It's obvious he blames himself because he knows why Vishly was running away. How much he blames himself is the question.
Yeah, I decided Vishly needed an origins story. Currently I am writing Kiten as I did when he was plucking the flowers of the maids in his youth, I think of him as having reverted back to his old self.
Just an honest bastard.Oleksander would make a far better monarch, is he prodigy?
I agree.
I have to get over my embarrassment of writing racier stuff for book 4.
Bored, in the mood to write fantasy. I am thinking about doing another Prussian story... but apparently people are critical of the style, no idea... I am going to write it in English and then decide if I want to include it as Part 4. o
Exactly.
oExactly.
Not really.
With proper talents, the ruler can reach ~30 martial, and with marshal reaching the same ~30 martial, the province being uber-rich, having maybe a large amount of poor peasants that have enough power, modifier rich, proper buildings; it could be possible to reach maybe that amount of levies.
I believe that the number of soldiers is based on your stewardship, not your martial score, but yes... through proper breeding the Kwisatz Haderach may be born to rule over all of mankind.
I love how disgustingly pragmatic CK players are.
It was a major theme of the AAR I was co-writing with Issac before this one. CK is very pragmatic, the urge to conceive males because of the lack of direct control over the line drives people to ignore the real life implications. That is why I always pick the "Strongest Son" option and then hold onto a special Ducal title for the one I choose to be heir.
wow. yeah just blaming your son for your wifes death after he sees some ah stuff might piss someone off
Blatant Self Indulgence
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Does Prussia go Socialist in Book 4? Your location is the "Socialist Republic of Prussia" and Lenin is in the Baltikja banner in the Inkwell, so I assume Prussia goes Socialist/Communist?
And then there is the flag from the Anglobaltikja forum:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/apollo1129/ModernPrussiawCoA.png
And then there is the flag from the Anglobaltikja forum:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/apollo1129/ModernPrussiawCoA.png
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Without ruining too much, it does. But it eventually undergoes a revolution and becomes democratic. The quote in my signature is from the first President of a free Socialist Prussia after the reign of the Soviet Prussia.
Here is the whole speech:
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Homelands
Chapter Thirty: God and Country
Part 4
Prelude:
The scope of the Infinite War is hard to understand to a citizen of the modern world. No war before or since has claimed so many people (as a percentage) and lasted so long. Officially the Infinite War was not a single war, rather a long series of wars fought between Christians and Muslims for control over Europe and the Near East. When it started and when it ended is all up to debate. Some say that it started in 710 with the Muslim invasion of the Visigoths in Iberia. Others say it started in 718 in France. Other still push for a much later date: 1100 at the start of the Crusades. The end is just as misty and debated as the beginning. Some say the end was 1325 when Scandinavia is conquered by the Muslims. The most accepted year is 1645 when the Caliphate's eastern borders solidified. Another popular end is 1667, after the War of French Independence, though this is disputed because this war had the first major instance of Christian and Muslim cooperation against a common enemy. What is agreed upon is the toll it had on Europe. Between 1100 and 1325 so many were lost due to the effects of the war that the population in 1390 would have been a full fifty percent larger had the war not happened. Famine, disease, poor living conditions, refugee flights all led to death outside of the battlefield. In 1293 the "War" had degraded into a twenty year long series of rebellions and pirate raids creating a great famine in Western Europe, leaving cities depopulated and open for Muslim settlement. Prussia was open to profit by exporting goods, but quickly found that if it did not hold back, its own people were open to starvation.
The regions of the Great Famine. Brown regions experienced famine, red experienced famine and were also regions of major rebellions.
October 22nd, 1293
Nobles from across the Empire came to Kiev in order to give their loyalty to Vishly on his ninth birthday. In a time when so many had so little, royalty surrounded themselves with plenty. Prussia in general managed to feed its own people while still having enough to feed Europe, at great profit to itself. Vishly always found himself learning a great deal from these kinds of parties. He learned how to appear happy at someone he hated, how to appease those who he ruled without actually giving up anything of his own. He gathered information on his father's enemies, who he would later inherit. For a boy of nine, he had the innocents of one three times his age. He saw those nobles around him a somehow dirty, unworthy of their positions. Beneath him. Nomedas was there as well. He muttered quietly to Vishly, telling him what everything actually meant and what people were really thinking. Nomedas himself was a man of great charisma and beauty, but little of people skills. His hair was a dark grey, weathered with time. His face was much like his uncle Kiten's. Many were surprised to speak with him, meeting not a man of sophistication, rather a blunt and dark man; unwed and unloved.
"Now, Vishly, gifts are rarely given out of respect or love. Almost all actions are selfish," Nomedas said, quietly, "People only are nice when they plan to gain something in return. In the case of the nobles they plan to get..." the old man looked at Vishly for the answer.
"My favor when I am King. By acting nice to me now they are trying to win something later, some unseen thing," Vishly answered. Nomedas nodded, putting his hand on Vishly's shoulder. Many objected to Kiten letting the future King associate with such an outcast. Nomedas was used to the attention. He was nothing if not hated by all in the court. He was hated and feared because he was the most powerful of Kiten's advisors. His network of spies descended deep into the courts of all the nobles of the Empire.
"It is good to see you are still amongst the living, Nomedas," one count said. "It would be a crime to see a faithful defender of the crown cut down in his glory." There was an anger to his voice.
"Ah, I see you are still angry about the death of Sir Liudas," Nomedas scoffed, "Your brother, no? He never once confessed to those crimes, but he did point his finger at you more than once. I'd watch yourself or one day... out of the shadows my arm will reach out and snag you."
"You know damn well Liudas was my brother and he was yours as well. You betrayed him, and you betrayed so many more."
"All in the name of the family, big brother. Now, have you a gift for the young master?" Nomedas asked. Nomedas's brother nodded he pulled up a long, thin box and opened it. Inside was a long sword engraved in traditional Prussian relief like the rune stones of old.
"I've had this sword forged just for you, Lord Vishly. Some of the best smiths in the nation worked its blade into the finest of all Europe. Use it well."
"Thank you, I shall cherish it," Vishly said, admiring the sheen of the blade. The count sneered at his brother and walked off, leaving the two alone again. "Your brother is a count? I did not know that."
"Yes, actually I am your father's nephew... your cousin," Nomedas replied. "I didn't get a fief or a wife from my father. I had two older brothers who both got lands, and they hated me, teased me, so I left to work with your father as a spy master and caught them avoiding taxes and trafficking honey, a crime against the crown."
"Honey? How is that a crime?"
"All bees and honey is owned by the crown until the crown gives rights to meaderies to use the honey to make mead. My brothers had no such rights, and were trying to ship it out to Sweden to make profit. I only caught my one brother." Nomedas laughed, quietly. "Revenge, young Vishly, is a delectable dish and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Nomedas stood, turning to Vishly said, "I must go. Please, make your way back to your father."
Vishly did as he was told, eventually finding his father off to the side with his current mistress de jure, Antusa Kantakouzenos. His father lately had taken a strong liking to young women and seemed to go through them at the same rate that a normal man went through meals. They congregated around the old man stayed in the palace and masqueraded as just visitors or suitors, but instead existed only to serve the King, no one else. Vishly ignored the drunken wench standing next to his father and instead spoke as if she wasn't there.
"Father, is it not time for this party to end? I believe that it is getting far too late to continue all of this." But Kiten ignored him, instead continued talking with a passing ambassador. Vishly scowled and found Oleksander cowering in a corner. "Brother, it is time to leave, I am tired."
"Please, I don't know where to go... everything is so crowded."
Vishly grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him though the crowd toward the stairs. There they headed upwards, away from the noise and commotion. The separated and headed into their own rooms. In his own room Vishly tucked himself in and quietly stared at the ceiling, the noise from down below keeping him from any significant sleep. Deep down he knew this was not the life he would subject himself to. He drew the blankets up higher and tried to drown out the noise.
Chapter Thirty: God and Country
Part 4
Prelude:
The scope of the Infinite War is hard to understand to a citizen of the modern world. No war before or since has claimed so many people (as a percentage) and lasted so long. Officially the Infinite War was not a single war, rather a long series of wars fought between Christians and Muslims for control over Europe and the Near East. When it started and when it ended is all up to debate. Some say that it started in 710 with the Muslim invasion of the Visigoths in Iberia. Others say it started in 718 in France. Other still push for a much later date: 1100 at the start of the Crusades. The end is just as misty and debated as the beginning. Some say the end was 1325 when Scandinavia is conquered by the Muslims. The most accepted year is 1645 when the Caliphate's eastern borders solidified. Another popular end is 1667, after the War of French Independence, though this is disputed because this war had the first major instance of Christian and Muslim cooperation against a common enemy. What is agreed upon is the toll it had on Europe. Between 1100 and 1325 so many were lost due to the effects of the war that the population in 1390 would have been a full fifty percent larger had the war not happened. Famine, disease, poor living conditions, refugee flights all led to death outside of the battlefield. In 1293 the "War" had degraded into a twenty year long series of rebellions and pirate raids creating a great famine in Western Europe, leaving cities depopulated and open for Muslim settlement. Prussia was open to profit by exporting goods, but quickly found that if it did not hold back, its own people were open to starvation.
The regions of the Great Famine. Brown regions experienced famine, red experienced famine and were also regions of major rebellions.
October 22nd, 1293
Nobles from across the Empire came to Kiev in order to give their loyalty to Vishly on his ninth birthday. In a time when so many had so little, royalty surrounded themselves with plenty. Prussia in general managed to feed its own people while still having enough to feed Europe, at great profit to itself. Vishly always found himself learning a great deal from these kinds of parties. He learned how to appear happy at someone he hated, how to appease those who he ruled without actually giving up anything of his own. He gathered information on his father's enemies, who he would later inherit. For a boy of nine, he had the innocents of one three times his age. He saw those nobles around him a somehow dirty, unworthy of their positions. Beneath him. Nomedas was there as well. He muttered quietly to Vishly, telling him what everything actually meant and what people were really thinking. Nomedas himself was a man of great charisma and beauty, but little of people skills. His hair was a dark grey, weathered with time. His face was much like his uncle Kiten's. Many were surprised to speak with him, meeting not a man of sophistication, rather a blunt and dark man; unwed and unloved.
"Now, Vishly, gifts are rarely given out of respect or love. Almost all actions are selfish," Nomedas said, quietly, "People only are nice when they plan to gain something in return. In the case of the nobles they plan to get..." the old man looked at Vishly for the answer.
"My favor when I am King. By acting nice to me now they are trying to win something later, some unseen thing," Vishly answered. Nomedas nodded, putting his hand on Vishly's shoulder. Many objected to Kiten letting the future King associate with such an outcast. Nomedas was used to the attention. He was nothing if not hated by all in the court. He was hated and feared because he was the most powerful of Kiten's advisors. His network of spies descended deep into the courts of all the nobles of the Empire.
"It is good to see you are still amongst the living, Nomedas," one count said. "It would be a crime to see a faithful defender of the crown cut down in his glory." There was an anger to his voice.
"Ah, I see you are still angry about the death of Sir Liudas," Nomedas scoffed, "Your brother, no? He never once confessed to those crimes, but he did point his finger at you more than once. I'd watch yourself or one day... out of the shadows my arm will reach out and snag you."
"You know damn well Liudas was my brother and he was yours as well. You betrayed him, and you betrayed so many more."
"All in the name of the family, big brother. Now, have you a gift for the young master?" Nomedas asked. Nomedas's brother nodded he pulled up a long, thin box and opened it. Inside was a long sword engraved in traditional Prussian relief like the rune stones of old.
"I've had this sword forged just for you, Lord Vishly. Some of the best smiths in the nation worked its blade into the finest of all Europe. Use it well."
"Thank you, I shall cherish it," Vishly said, admiring the sheen of the blade. The count sneered at his brother and walked off, leaving the two alone again. "Your brother is a count? I did not know that."
"Yes, actually I am your father's nephew... your cousin," Nomedas replied. "I didn't get a fief or a wife from my father. I had two older brothers who both got lands, and they hated me, teased me, so I left to work with your father as a spy master and caught them avoiding taxes and trafficking honey, a crime against the crown."
"Honey? How is that a crime?"
"All bees and honey is owned by the crown until the crown gives rights to meaderies to use the honey to make mead. My brothers had no such rights, and were trying to ship it out to Sweden to make profit. I only caught my one brother." Nomedas laughed, quietly. "Revenge, young Vishly, is a delectable dish and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Nomedas stood, turning to Vishly said, "I must go. Please, make your way back to your father."
Vishly did as he was told, eventually finding his father off to the side with his current mistress de jure, Antusa Kantakouzenos. His father lately had taken a strong liking to young women and seemed to go through them at the same rate that a normal man went through meals. They congregated around the old man stayed in the palace and masqueraded as just visitors or suitors, but instead existed only to serve the King, no one else. Vishly ignored the drunken wench standing next to his father and instead spoke as if she wasn't there.
"Father, is it not time for this party to end? I believe that it is getting far too late to continue all of this." But Kiten ignored him, instead continued talking with a passing ambassador. Vishly scowled and found Oleksander cowering in a corner. "Brother, it is time to leave, I am tired."
"Please, I don't know where to go... everything is so crowded."
Vishly grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him though the crowd toward the stairs. There they headed upwards, away from the noise and commotion. The separated and headed into their own rooms. In his own room Vishly tucked himself in and quietly stared at the ceiling, the noise from down below keeping him from any significant sleep. Deep down he knew this was not the life he would subject himself to. He drew the blankets up higher and tried to drown out the noise.
And so the harem building begins.
And while we're at that topic. Who does Vishly marry? A muslim to cement some alliance? A prussian? A foreigner hiding in Prussia? And will he be devoted to his wife for ever and ever, or will he go Henry the VIII on them?
And while we're at that topic. Who does Vishly marry? A muslim to cement some alliance? A prussian? A foreigner hiding in Prussia? And will he be devoted to his wife for ever and ever, or will he go Henry the VIII on them?
I'll have a self made map of whole Europe on marrying a muslim!