Diplomacy I: The Great Diplomats

[Capt. Kiwi]

[Bagricula]

Captain, you managed to combine British Necrofrancophobia with their current vendetta against the Germans...of course, it would be Dr. Frankenstein who would unleash this demonic horror on the world.

We are amused.

[Adamus]

Im confused, whens deadline?

need coffee.

[Capt. Kiwi]

Captain, you managed to combine British Necrofrancophobia with their current vendetta against the Germans...of course, it would be Dr. Frankenstein who would unleash this demonic horror on the world.

We are amused.

It was too perfect not to use. I hadn't even realised the German connection

[joebthegreat]

UNDERLINED MEANS THE ORDER FAILED.

Civic Disorder

F Nrg - Nth
F Kie - Hol
F Ber - BAL
A Gas - Bur
A Den - Swe

A Galicia - Bohemia
A Budapest - Vienna
A Rumania holds
A Serbia - Trieste
F Albania S Turkish F Greece - Ionian Sea
F Eastern Mediterranean S Turkish F Greece - Ionian Sea

F Ion move Aeg
F Tyr move Ion
A Tyr move Mun
a Boh support a tyr move Mun
a Bur support a tyr move Mun
A Mar move Spa
a Pic move Bre
A bel move Hol
F Eng move Nth
F NAt support F cly move Nrg

Army Mun move Bohemia
Army Sil support Army Mun move Bohemia
Army War move Gal
Fleet Bot support Army Den move Swe
Army Ukr move Rum
Army Sev support Army Ukr move Rum

F Greece - Ionian Sea
F Constantinople - Aegean Sea
A Ankara - Smyrna

THE BRITISH FLEET IN SWE IS DISLODGED, BECAUSE GREAT BRITAIN IS IN CIVIC DISORDER, THEY ARE IMMEDIATELY DISBANDED.
THE ITALIAN ARMY IN BOH IS DISLODGED
THE ITALIAN FLEET IN ION IS DISLODGED
THE AUSTRIAN ARMY IN RUM IS DISLODGED

Fall, 1907

[reis91]

Facepalm...

In normal circumstances, it would be possible to fight Italy. But this...

[EUROO7]

WTH

Deadline wasn´t supposed to be for another 5 horus-
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[Bagricula]

Enver Pasha, right-hand of the Sultan and darling of the People, war hero and revolutionary, cringed at the wave upon wave of adulation rising from the jubilant crowd. He was at heart a modest man, a man who preferred to do as he was told, to take pride in his work and not in the admiration of others. That simple professionalism had gotten harder and harder which each rung of the Turkish military he climbed. Generals and colonels turned from the strategic situation and to the political one. It was the petty back-biting that had led him into the Frenchman's quiet reading club.

He was one of the only military men there, in Monsieur de Montluzin-Sauzay's salon as he called it. Mostly they were journalists, academics, men of letters and ideas. There were a few nascent industrialists. A few Jews. None of the old Anatolian warrior-aristocracy. Just a few like-minded soldiers tired of the endemic corruption and incompetence of their fellows.

The man talked of revolution even as he served as the Padishah Sultan's 'groveling slave.' Oh, he spoke of it in the abstract...as a theory of revolution, replete with examples from his own homeland, insights on what had worked, what had failed, how to do it again.

The men who gathered there found themselves drawn to each other outside of M. de M.'s salon. Like they shared a secret desire or a secret knowledge. It could be better...it could all be better.

By and by a plan was hatched. In the later stages, the Frenchman was brought in, but he waived them off, pointing out that any true reform had to come from the Turkish people and could not be imposed by a foreign interloper. He himself knew that if the plan was initiated, he would fall, possibly to death, and yet the man did nothing to stop it, in fact, he cleared the way.

Enver did not know how the sailor's pay had been delayed, just when they were stationed in the capital city. The French spider had strings running to every bureau of his reformed civil service, yet they always snapped if you tried to follow them to the center. He himself had not given the order for the old man to be captured or killed. It had fallen to some functionary overzealous in his desire to demonstrate loyalty to the new regime.

But that was all past now. The head they had brought the Palace was another's. None dared speak of it in those uncertain days, and it was burned and the skull smashed.

Now the second phase had begun. The Sultan and his camarilla had played right into their hand, declaring fealty to a foreign power, and capitulating without a single battle fought. He was an old man, the Padishah, and not suited for rule. He had not been raised to it, and wanted nothing of its burdens. The Army and the Navy were furious.

It was easy for Enver Pasha to issue the secret order, passed from hand to hand, occasionally via one-time-pads for riskier hand-offs. None wanted the already once humiliated Ottoman Empire to prostrate itself completely.

And it had been a success thanks to the assistance of Austria and the diplomatic groundwork laid by M. de M. in his last months. Now Enver's star was higher than it had ever been, higher than any other man in all of Turkey, now was the time, the time of Destiny.

He mounted Destiny, and rode her with workman-like competence. He was at heart a modest man. He did not want glory, he wanted only a constitution for his people, a basic and timeless law that would enshrine the values and principles of fairness and diligence he cherished like his very breath.

He got his constitution. The absolute power of the House of Osman was broken. The Turkish people were free.

[Adamus]

I will make slaves out of your free turkish people, i swear it!

The emperor takes his robes off, places his wine on the table,

"guard, fetch me my uniform, for god's sake prepare the horse! Im heading to the front!

The guard scuffles closer..."but.. But which front my emperor, we have 3...."

"Wait and see kind young fellow.. Wait and see.

[reis91]

3? What about the awesome Brest - Paris - Marseille - Spain front?

[joebthegreat]

WTH

Deadline wasn´t supposed to be for another 5 horus-
rohjp asdfksafjasdfoihasvioavq´bubuo{vwv

Deadline was last night, this was a late update.

[joebthegreat]

A Rum retreats to Serbia

A boh retreat tyr
F ion retreat nap

Fall, 1907

[joebthegreat]

UNITS OWNED / SUPPLY CENTERS OWNED

Great Britain: 3 / 4 (1 UNIT MAY BE BUILT)
Germany: 5 / 5 (-)
Austria-Hungary: 6 / 6 (-)
Italy: 10 / 11 (1 UNIT MAY BE BUILT)
Russia: 6 / 5 (1 UNIT MUST BE DISBANDED)
Turkey: 3 / 3 (-)

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I'd like to say there is no deadline, and that I'll wait for everyone to send orders.

[Bagricula]

awww, no more tiny France 0/0 (-)

[joebthegreat]

awww, no more tiny France 0/0 (-)

The world has forgotten you as a country, just as it forgot Burgundy and Brittany.

[Bagricula]

The world has forgotten you as a country, just as it forgot Burgundy and Brittany.

And here I'll not even get credit if Turkey wins...the anti-French cruelty never ends.

[EUROO7]

You may hope for my orders, but you´ll not have them.

I resign.

[Capt. Kiwi]

Oh my... I don't really want to get too committed to this, but as the only Great Britain player around...

I'm reasonably free for the next 60 hours, so I'll return to office. I hope someone else can come in after that though, because life is going to be pretty busy.

[EUROO7]

Oh my... I don't really want to get too committed to this, but as the only Great Britain player around...

I'm reasonably free for the next 60 hours, so I'll return to office. I hope someone else can come in after that though, because life is going to be pretty busy.

When I said I resign, I meant my entire team resigns.

[Capt. Kiwi]

When I said I resign, I meant my entire team resigns.

You certainly don't do things by half, I'll give you that.