Isles of Glory- The Fourth Installment
One good thing about large alliances is that occasionally you are offered a lot of money in a peace agreement with a country that you have never even so much as glanced at after the moment that you nonchalantly agreed to declare war on them.
One bad thing about large alliances is that the other countries in the alliance have a nasty habit of ending wars in which you have a tremendously high war score, before you can take any provinces.
The rulers of Scotland experienced both of these things with their alliance several times during these early years. But generally they prefered the good thing over the bad thing. This is why Murdoch Stewart made sure that Scotland, not France, declared the second war on England, on the second of March, 1428.
Now, in late February, Murdoch had received a very disturbing message from Mr. Buxton, the mayor of Newcastle.
"The peasants are unhappy."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Sorry Murdoch, but it's true. Apparently they're really annoyed at the unsightly brush just across the English border."
"Man, you can say that again," Murdoch said. He was well aware of the English neglect for their yards. He had even been informed that there was no Lowe's Home Improvement store in the entire province of York. "I say we invade England and do something about it."
And so, on March 2nd, an army of 20,000 Scots grabbed their chainsaws, hopped on their lawnmowers, and crossed into York. The French and their vassals, too, who had been recently quite annoyed at the wallpaper the English were using in southern France, were called to arms.
So began the War of Home and Garden Improvement.
Meanwhile, the Scottish treasury had again been reduced to a mere 5 ducats. Luckily, they had made large economic improvements in the years prior, and there was no need to take a loan. The Scots sent some merchants to Flanders, where they had some success selling surfboards and ninja costumes.
Back up north, General Douglas and the Scots found it best to simply burn the brush that had grown all about the fields of Yorkshire. They also figured they might as well burn the city of York, as long as they were there. It was war, after all. The French quickly sent troops into all of England's continental provinces, and began moving the furniture around. The Scots captured Yorkshire, Lancashire, Midlands, and Lincoln with ease. At that point, the English offered the Scots a handsome peace offer.
"We will hand over Yorkshire, Lancashire, and Meath," an English diplomat informed Murdoch. "Those are all of your core provinces."
Murdoch considered the offer very seriously, but eventually decided against it.
"Well, you see," Murdoch said, "as long as you have at least one of our core provinces, these wars are considered acceptable. We would much rather take some provinces in southern England, and let you keep at least one of those that you offered us."
So the diplomat left, and was soon after fired. And for the rest of his life he carried a strong hatred of the Scots. A deep, dark hatred, and a burning desire for revenge...
Luckily this didn't really matter, because he was unemployed and lived in a box in London.
Speaking of London, it fell to the Scots on the 29th of October, 1431. During the siege, the English finally made a solid attempt to ward off the Scots. The English managed to pull together an army of 25,000 men, and sent them into Anglia from Kent. Luckily, the Scots were able to open fire as the English attempted to cross the Thames, and they won rather easily.
The Scots experienced their first tastes of bad luck very late in the war. The French had dropped out, and the war score had dropped, forcing the Scots to attempt an invasion of Kent, where the bulk of the English army was maintained. The Scots eventually managed to destroy the army, but not before a string of humiliating losses. Revolts popped up across the Scottish occupied English provinces, and Murdoch was getting desperate to end the war.
A peace conference was held in August 1435, in London.
"As you can see," Murdoch told Henry VI, "We have destroyed your army and captured most of your provinces. For peace, we would like you to hand over Yorkshire, Meath, Lincoln, and Wales. Be aware that with this kind of victory, we deserve more."
"Nalways."
"I think you mean never."
"Whatever. We prefer to give you all that stuff you asked for AND Kent and Lancashire! Hey, and let's give Calais to Bourbonnais, too."
"No, no I can't accept all those provinces. I want to let you keep at least one our core provinces."
"No, really, I would never offer anything less! Take it all!"
"Please, really, I don't want to take your provinces! Thank you, but I could never do that."
"No, I insist. I'd let you take the whole blooming country if that was possible. But, at least take Wales, Kent, Lincoln, Yorkshire, Meath. And I'm sure Bourbonnais would really like Calais."
"Well..." Murdoch thought. As long as the fools wouldn't take the smaller peace offer, he supposed it would be alright. "I guess so."
"Thank you!" Henry VI shouted. "Believe me, they're lovely provinces. It makes me feel so good to let someone else enjoy them for a change!"
"Okay, thanks Henry, I've got to get back to Edinburgh."
"Wait! Stay and have some chocolate!"
"No really, I have to get going."
"Here, take my treasury! And my wife! Please, take my wife!"
Murdoch left the building.
Oh, and I almost forgot, Murdoch didn't really like his dinner that night, so he decided to conquer Ireland.
The British Isles - 1437
(note the rebel flag waving over Midlands)