After much debate in my head, I have chosen to do a serious AAR before my other one.
You may have noticed the title. Yes, I'm playing Savoy, that little one who all of you who play France in the Napoleon's Ambition steamroller first thing.
THE CAST LIST:
Victor Emmanuel: King of Savoy.
Antonio: Captain of the Alba, a Savoyan galley.*
Charles: Light Artillery Commander.*
Alex: Light Artillery Gunner.
Cristoforo: Soldier in Savoy’s army.
Dario: Chief minister of Savoy.*
Aldo: Store owner and rebel in Turin.*
Ambra: Aldo’s wife, rebel in Turin.
Bernardo: Tailor in Caligari.*
Alfredo: Resistance leader in Turin.
Enrico: Rebel in Turin, wagon driver.
Adolfo: Commander of rowers on the Alba.
Demetrio: Soldier in the Royal Marines.*
Adamo: Soldier in the Royal Marines.
*Viewpoint character.
Chapter One: Retreat!
Victor Amede III, King of Savoy, wiped a tear from his face. The sorrowful land of Piedmonte
was to be left to the French. He cursed the French. Their accursed republic was too strong. Even
now, their 65,000 man army was rumored to be leaving for the fort Victor now looked over. He
knew in his mind that they were doing the right thing, but his heart wanted him to not lose an
inch of Savoy’s soil. He knew he could not. France was too strong.
Victor joined his men on the march to the port of Nice, the proud white cross on red fluttering
above them. These men, barely 15,000 strong, had started their sad journey to Sardinia, where he
knew France could not come.
The horse he rode seemed to have picked up the tone of the men, and was swaying, mournfully
riding along with Savoy’s men. Colli, his second in command, rode up.
“23 years of service, and this is what I get for helping Savoy?” he muttered.
“My commander!”
“Good day, Colli.”
“Not so good, as far as I can see.”
“God dang it, Colli, do you see any alternative?”
“Standing and fighting would be one, but yes, you have picked the best.”
“Aye, and what do the people say to that?” Victor replied, waving at the jeering peasants.
“Shut up, curse you! I’d like to see you stand up to 65,000 waving that cursed tricolor!” Colli
shouted at them. This quieted them a bit, but only a bit.
“Curse it, you’d think they’d rather live under France!”
“I think they would,” Colli said wearily.
“Who would? Even the French had trouble accepting themselves!” Victor exclaimed.
“They certainly are patriotic enough!” Colli said, scanning the horizon and spotting a column of
troops far behind.
“I wonder if those are ours or theirs,” Victor said, raising a telescope to his eye, “Curse it! Those
are French! We’ve got to move faster!” This was a shout to the whole army.
* * *
Alberto looked up to the king riding his horse. He spat in the ground angrily.
“Easy for him to say, he’s riding on a horse. He should try tramping through the mud like an
infantryman sometime,” Alberto said to Danilo, his fellow infantryman.
“Aye there. He’s the king though.”
“Curse him, he make idea of a French puppet republic of Savoy almost palatable.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, Alberto.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. Since when have you been a risk taker. Never.”
“So?”
“If I had this army, Danilo, I’d stand up to those cursed French....”
“Get crushed, overrun, with no hope of an independent Savoy.”
“Curse you, Danilo, your logic almost makes sense.”
* * *
You may have noticed the title. Yes, I'm playing Savoy, that little one who all of you who play France in the Napoleon's Ambition steamroller first thing.
THE CAST LIST:
Victor Emmanuel: King of Savoy.
Antonio: Captain of the Alba, a Savoyan galley.*
Charles: Light Artillery Commander.*
Alex: Light Artillery Gunner.
Cristoforo: Soldier in Savoy’s army.
Dario: Chief minister of Savoy.*
Aldo: Store owner and rebel in Turin.*
Ambra: Aldo’s wife, rebel in Turin.
Bernardo: Tailor in Caligari.*
Alfredo: Resistance leader in Turin.
Enrico: Rebel in Turin, wagon driver.
Adolfo: Commander of rowers on the Alba.
Demetrio: Soldier in the Royal Marines.*
Adamo: Soldier in the Royal Marines.
*Viewpoint character.
Chapter One: Retreat!
Victor Amede III, King of Savoy, wiped a tear from his face. The sorrowful land of Piedmonte
was to be left to the French. He cursed the French. Their accursed republic was too strong. Even
now, their 65,000 man army was rumored to be leaving for the fort Victor now looked over. He
knew in his mind that they were doing the right thing, but his heart wanted him to not lose an
inch of Savoy’s soil. He knew he could not. France was too strong.
Victor joined his men on the march to the port of Nice, the proud white cross on red fluttering
above them. These men, barely 15,000 strong, had started their sad journey to Sardinia, where he
knew France could not come.
The horse he rode seemed to have picked up the tone of the men, and was swaying, mournfully
riding along with Savoy’s men. Colli, his second in command, rode up.
“23 years of service, and this is what I get for helping Savoy?” he muttered.
“My commander!”
“Good day, Colli.”
“Not so good, as far as I can see.”
“God dang it, Colli, do you see any alternative?”
“Standing and fighting would be one, but yes, you have picked the best.”
“Aye, and what do the people say to that?” Victor replied, waving at the jeering peasants.
“Shut up, curse you! I’d like to see you stand up to 65,000 waving that cursed tricolor!” Colli
shouted at them. This quieted them a bit, but only a bit.
“Curse it, you’d think they’d rather live under France!”
“I think they would,” Colli said wearily.
“Who would? Even the French had trouble accepting themselves!” Victor exclaimed.
“They certainly are patriotic enough!” Colli said, scanning the horizon and spotting a column of
troops far behind.
“I wonder if those are ours or theirs,” Victor said, raising a telescope to his eye, “Curse it! Those
are French! We’ve got to move faster!” This was a shout to the whole army.
* * *
Alberto looked up to the king riding his horse. He spat in the ground angrily.
“Easy for him to say, he’s riding on a horse. He should try tramping through the mud like an
infantryman sometime,” Alberto said to Danilo, his fellow infantryman.
“Aye there. He’s the king though.”
“Curse him, he make idea of a French puppet republic of Savoy almost palatable.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, Alberto.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. Since when have you been a risk taker. Never.”
“So?”
“If I had this army, Danilo, I’d stand up to those cursed French....”
“Get crushed, overrun, with no hope of an independent Savoy.”
“Curse you, Danilo, your logic almost makes sense.”
* * *
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