The war against France is one of manoeuvre. Apart from the units of 1-2,000 Scots sitting on their backsides besieging a few provinces. Despite several victories in battles, it is proving near impossible to shatter the French forces.
Added to this, an event of massive magnitude befalls the Scottish people.
Truly Paradox has made a mistake here. If this event occurs for someone playing as Scotland, stability should fall to zero, infamy, war exhaustion and manpower should hit the maximum and minimum respectively and Scotland should simply cease to exist. There is nothing worse for a Scot than poor alcohol. We'll still drink it, but even so...
Connacht suffers the wrath of Scotland's shame in our poor alcohol. She's forced into ceding one of her two provinces.
Livingston has done it again!
'Pfrfr smah!' As the great man would say.
The French force is then harried to death.
An overview of the war shows the remarkably low war exhaustion Scotland is enjoying.
This is down to the fact that the Scottish women are running the country with a great deal more skill than the absent men could ever achieve. That and the country being liberally soaked in alcohol.
France appears creaking, but she still has the money and manpower to once again stage a rebuilding effort. With a reasonably high war score, we begin peace negotiations.
The peace is quite acceptable. Scottish cartogrophers were told to make absolutely sure that Scotland did not gain another land border with Burgundy from this peace deal.
An overview of our new conquests in the Iberia and France.
As you can see our canny Scottish diplomats made sure our peace with France keeps us from opening up another border with Burgundy. Wait a minute...
Damnation.
The women of Scotland realise that without a war there is a good chance that many of their feckless men will return and thus ruin the country once more. Quickly a suitable war target is found.
Disaster has been averted, the men will stay overseas for now. Those few men who have remained in Scotland are having a positive effect on things...by doing absolutely nothing.
Truly things flourish when a Scotsman leaves well alone.
Algiers has little by way of a standing army. This was one of the major reasons Scotland attacked the country. Always pick on those weaker than you.
Algiers army is quickly dispatched by the simple exponent of a huge Scottish horde swarming down on them. As can be seen, this strategy took years for Scotland to forumulate. The war is going too well. Scottish admirals rectify this alarming occurence by having all 5 of their large ships sunk by the Ottoman navy whilst making the crossing from Iberia into mainland Algiers.
Fantastic. An island nation bereft of any attacking naval power.
The Scottish men back at home begin making some noises about actually attempting to do some work in running the country. Disaster is averted, they are hastily bribed to return to their drunken stupor.
Peace is achieved with Algiers. Scotland has gained quite a bit of new land, and establised itself in a third continent. Now Scotland has land in Europe, Africa and Glasgow (Glasgow truly is a place unto itself).
French patience wears thin. After having heard cunning, incessant argument from Scottish diplomats along the lines of, 'Gimme the land.' They readily agree that Dauphine is actually somewhere Scotland has a valid claim to. I wonder who it was in Dauphine who vexed the King so much as to bring about this judgement...
Records are checked. Castille now has a smaller army than Scotland. Scottish cowardice evapourates now that we have the upper hand. Always pick on those smaller and weaker than yourself...
Scots give their heads some last minute massaging, its kissing time.
Added to this, an event of massive magnitude befalls the Scottish people.
Truly Paradox has made a mistake here. If this event occurs for someone playing as Scotland, stability should fall to zero, infamy, war exhaustion and manpower should hit the maximum and minimum respectively and Scotland should simply cease to exist. There is nothing worse for a Scot than poor alcohol. We'll still drink it, but even so...
Connacht suffers the wrath of Scotland's shame in our poor alcohol. She's forced into ceding one of her two provinces.
Livingston has done it again!
'Pfrfr smah!' As the great man would say.
The French force is then harried to death.
An overview of the war shows the remarkably low war exhaustion Scotland is enjoying.
This is down to the fact that the Scottish women are running the country with a great deal more skill than the absent men could ever achieve. That and the country being liberally soaked in alcohol.
France appears creaking, but she still has the money and manpower to once again stage a rebuilding effort. With a reasonably high war score, we begin peace negotiations.
The peace is quite acceptable. Scottish cartogrophers were told to make absolutely sure that Scotland did not gain another land border with Burgundy from this peace deal.
An overview of our new conquests in the Iberia and France.
As you can see our canny Scottish diplomats made sure our peace with France keeps us from opening up another border with Burgundy. Wait a minute...
Damnation.
The women of Scotland realise that without a war there is a good chance that many of their feckless men will return and thus ruin the country once more. Quickly a suitable war target is found.
Disaster has been averted, the men will stay overseas for now. Those few men who have remained in Scotland are having a positive effect on things...by doing absolutely nothing.
Truly things flourish when a Scotsman leaves well alone.
Algiers has little by way of a standing army. This was one of the major reasons Scotland attacked the country. Always pick on those weaker than you.
Algiers army is quickly dispatched by the simple exponent of a huge Scottish horde swarming down on them. As can be seen, this strategy took years for Scotland to forumulate. The war is going too well. Scottish admirals rectify this alarming occurence by having all 5 of their large ships sunk by the Ottoman navy whilst making the crossing from Iberia into mainland Algiers.
Fantastic. An island nation bereft of any attacking naval power.
The Scottish men back at home begin making some noises about actually attempting to do some work in running the country. Disaster is averted, they are hastily bribed to return to their drunken stupor.
Peace is achieved with Algiers. Scotland has gained quite a bit of new land, and establised itself in a third continent. Now Scotland has land in Europe, Africa and Glasgow (Glasgow truly is a place unto itself).
French patience wears thin. After having heard cunning, incessant argument from Scottish diplomats along the lines of, 'Gimme the land.' They readily agree that Dauphine is actually somewhere Scotland has a valid claim to. I wonder who it was in Dauphine who vexed the King so much as to bring about this judgement...
Records are checked. Castille now has a smaller army than Scotland. Scottish cowardice evapourates now that we have the upper hand. Always pick on those smaller and weaker than yourself...
Scots give their heads some last minute massaging, its kissing time.