Pretty much just converter weirdness. I wouldn't worry to long though those AI nations should cease to exist in the future.
The Kongo, a pit of disease and death Rodrigo thought. Some semblance of a town was arrayed before him below, though there were no real buildings, only grass huts, fire pits and a single statue. The Native Kongolese had fought him for weeks in the jungle taking his men with spears, traps and poison. Now their 'great city' stood before him, a collection of but hovels. Rodrigo was the Brother of one of the most powerful men alive, the Grand Consul Tomas de Lara, sent to put down savages in the frontier regions of the empire. No wonder Ceasar returned to claim rome after gaul he mused to himself, lighting a pipe.
"Lord General, What shall we do" spoke one of his officers. A Younger man, Enrico de Valencia a half Berber of the New Templar generation.
Without thinking Rodrigo uttered a command, one he had been waiting to say for nearly a month "Burn it all"
He watched his Officers walk off, back to their men, and now he was left alone on the hillside, about to watch a slaughter.
The biggest offense Rodrigo took with this assignment was he could be in the North, fighting the Byzantines, actually protecting the realm. The Byzantines knew honor, they knew battle and knew mercy. The natives south of the Niger had been hardened by the English conquests years before and were openly hostile to all White Men. White relations with the english were cool for the moment, the headache they had caused him was an understatement.
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The Kongolese would have been left alone if not for their attack on the colony of Luanda. Experience with the English had led them to believe that what was a peaceful colony was a military base. The Natives fell Upon luanda en-masse and slaughtered almost two hundred men before the Templar War-Galleon "The Eminence" arrived outside the settlement and began to fire its guns. The Sound had scattered the natives but the damage had been done and Tomas who was looking for relection had spun the attack as a declaration of war. Hence Rodrigo's presence here now.
In the village he could see the Red trimmed uniforms of his templar surrounding the 'city' in the bush. If he hadn't have already killed much of the Kongolese on campaign they'd have been easily spotted. There must be nothing left but the Weak, young and the old
He exhaled, letting a cloud of smoke flow up out of his mouth and into the air. It would be followed by the smoke of an entire village and the sound would fill with the sounds of musket fire and screaming. Though it was not the first. The Templar had done this before, in West Africa and then again in this very war, if it could truly be called a war. Kongolese settlements in Ndongo were put to the torch as well and one of his subcommands in Mbwila had received orders to do the same. This Jungle was now a Templar province whether the natives believed this or not.
When this last 'city' was removed Rodrigo would do as he was instructed. Find a local tribal leader and make him the new 'King of the Kongo' subservient to the Grand Consulate. He would allow Templar missionaries into his borders, allow Templar settlement and be made to bow to the cross. The last thought brought a smirk to Rodrigo's face Which Cross?
There was now four crosses in Templar Lands he mused. the Traditional catholic one, the same used by the Pope in Rome. The 'Official' cross of the Kingdom, representing the 'official' faith.
Then there was the Templar, and Santiago crosses, Crusader crosses in use for nearly hundreds of years. When these were used they represented loyalty to the Templar primarily and back home the crosses had found its way on the doors of many buildings, announcing allegiance to a particular faction within the Government. Loyalty to the Templar, or the Republic.
The was of course the fourth. The Horned cross. The mere thought of it had made Rodrigo frown. A Cross with a crescent turned upwards at the top arm. The Cross of the Goat Rodrigo remembered it being called by some of his Templar. Such things were heretical even with Tomas de Lara's religious reforms. It had not been popularized by some ambitious priest however, but by the formerly pagan tribes in Africa, and the Templar. The Goat's cross had power, Rodrigo knew this. The men who wore it were said to grow horns and be overcome by bloodlust in battle. Others were said to turn feral and behave as animals eventually becoming them.
Rodrigo had known enough those legends were more than true. He had started this campaign with nearly ten thousand Templar, almost a third of them wore the cross. The men who wore the Goat's cross survived through poison, disease and wounds, but with each battle lost more of their minds. He had begun to isolate them from the main camp, as at night some of them had begun to howl like wolves. Why Tomas allowed this Pagan magic to exist would have been beyond Rodrigo's understanding if he did not see their combat effectiveness first hand. In Africa, where the prying eyes of the European powers could not see they were used and were brutally effective if not unwieldy to control.
The Fires at started. Within minutes the Village had turned to an inferno and he could hear the chanting. From his position on the hill he could see it. The Fires had formed a shape, a Pentagram and as the village burned he saw his templar gather the population into the center.
Rodrigo tosses his cigar down into the dirt and stepped on it. Then turned and walked away, after all he knew too well what he would see if he stayed.
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Byzantium got fed up with me Pirating their trade so I agreed to stop and pay some reparations rather than waste all my Manpower and income for literally no gain (I don't want any of Byzantium's land and a Humiliate wont give me enough PP for that delicious .01 RT gain)
Elsewhere in the world. England continues to gobble up coastline everywhere, and nobody particularly minds except the Japanese and Aztecs who have recently found themselves being thoroughly trashed for trying to threaten the #1 power in the world. The Pope has since seen fit to declare a crusade against Japan becuase well, I wanted to call a crusade before they became disabled.
Meanwhile Germany and Russia continue to fight like children. Denmark makes landfall in North America and I make landfall in South America (Finally) and Venice has finally reached Africa, where I'm sure nobody will take offense to their presence at all. The Indian powers have almost completely made Indian AI extinct and the mighty Fox Empire is starting to spread over Canada and the great plains at an explosive rate.
Will Germany's momentum in Europe be stopped? Will Mongolia and Persia suffer economic collapse from overspending? Will Byzantium Backstab someone else? Will the English Empire fall into the grips of AI control and go completely berserk? Find out next time on!
Palm, and Pine!
Chapter 3: Into the Dark
The Kongo, a pit of disease and death Rodrigo thought. Some semblance of a town was arrayed before him below, though there were no real buildings, only grass huts, fire pits and a single statue. The Native Kongolese had fought him for weeks in the jungle taking his men with spears, traps and poison. Now their 'great city' stood before him, a collection of but hovels. Rodrigo was the Brother of one of the most powerful men alive, the Grand Consul Tomas de Lara, sent to put down savages in the frontier regions of the empire. No wonder Ceasar returned to claim rome after gaul he mused to himself, lighting a pipe.
"Lord General, What shall we do" spoke one of his officers. A Younger man, Enrico de Valencia a half Berber of the New Templar generation.
Without thinking Rodrigo uttered a command, one he had been waiting to say for nearly a month "Burn it all"
He watched his Officers walk off, back to their men, and now he was left alone on the hillside, about to watch a slaughter.
The biggest offense Rodrigo took with this assignment was he could be in the North, fighting the Byzantines, actually protecting the realm. The Byzantines knew honor, they knew battle and knew mercy. The natives south of the Niger had been hardened by the English conquests years before and were openly hostile to all White Men. White relations with the english were cool for the moment, the headache they had caused him was an understatement.
The Kongolese would have been left alone if not for their attack on the colony of Luanda. Experience with the English had led them to believe that what was a peaceful colony was a military base. The Natives fell Upon luanda en-masse and slaughtered almost two hundred men before the Templar War-Galleon "The Eminence" arrived outside the settlement and began to fire its guns. The Sound had scattered the natives but the damage had been done and Tomas who was looking for relection had spun the attack as a declaration of war. Hence Rodrigo's presence here now.
In the village he could see the Red trimmed uniforms of his templar surrounding the 'city' in the bush. If he hadn't have already killed much of the Kongolese on campaign they'd have been easily spotted. There must be nothing left but the Weak, young and the old
He exhaled, letting a cloud of smoke flow up out of his mouth and into the air. It would be followed by the smoke of an entire village and the sound would fill with the sounds of musket fire and screaming. Though it was not the first. The Templar had done this before, in West Africa and then again in this very war, if it could truly be called a war. Kongolese settlements in Ndongo were put to the torch as well and one of his subcommands in Mbwila had received orders to do the same. This Jungle was now a Templar province whether the natives believed this or not.
When this last 'city' was removed Rodrigo would do as he was instructed. Find a local tribal leader and make him the new 'King of the Kongo' subservient to the Grand Consulate. He would allow Templar missionaries into his borders, allow Templar settlement and be made to bow to the cross. The last thought brought a smirk to Rodrigo's face Which Cross?
There was now four crosses in Templar Lands he mused. the Traditional catholic one, the same used by the Pope in Rome. The 'Official' cross of the Kingdom, representing the 'official' faith.
The was of course the fourth. The Horned cross. The mere thought of it had made Rodrigo frown. A Cross with a crescent turned upwards at the top arm. The Cross of the Goat Rodrigo remembered it being called by some of his Templar. Such things were heretical even with Tomas de Lara's religious reforms. It had not been popularized by some ambitious priest however, but by the formerly pagan tribes in Africa, and the Templar. The Goat's cross had power, Rodrigo knew this. The men who wore it were said to grow horns and be overcome by bloodlust in battle. Others were said to turn feral and behave as animals eventually becoming them.
Rodrigo had known enough those legends were more than true. He had started this campaign with nearly ten thousand Templar, almost a third of them wore the cross. The men who wore the Goat's cross survived through poison, disease and wounds, but with each battle lost more of their minds. He had begun to isolate them from the main camp, as at night some of them had begun to howl like wolves. Why Tomas allowed this Pagan magic to exist would have been beyond Rodrigo's understanding if he did not see their combat effectiveness first hand. In Africa, where the prying eyes of the European powers could not see they were used and were brutally effective if not unwieldy to control.
The Fires at started. Within minutes the Village had turned to an inferno and he could hear the chanting. From his position on the hill he could see it. The Fires had formed a shape, a Pentagram and as the village burned he saw his templar gather the population into the center.
Rodrigo tosses his cigar down into the dirt and stepped on it. Then turned and walked away, after all he knew too well what he would see if he stayed.
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Byzantium got fed up with me Pirating their trade so I agreed to stop and pay some reparations rather than waste all my Manpower and income for literally no gain (I don't want any of Byzantium's land and a Humiliate wont give me enough PP for that delicious .01 RT gain)
Elsewhere in the world. England continues to gobble up coastline everywhere, and nobody particularly minds except the Japanese and Aztecs who have recently found themselves being thoroughly trashed for trying to threaten the #1 power in the world. The Pope has since seen fit to declare a crusade against Japan becuase well, I wanted to call a crusade before they became disabled.
Meanwhile Germany and Russia continue to fight like children. Denmark makes landfall in North America and I make landfall in South America (Finally) and Venice has finally reached Africa, where I'm sure nobody will take offense to their presence at all. The Indian powers have almost completely made Indian AI extinct and the mighty Fox Empire is starting to spread over Canada and the great plains at an explosive rate.
Will Germany's momentum in Europe be stopped? Will Mongolia and Persia suffer economic collapse from overspending? Will Byzantium Backstab someone else? Will the English Empire fall into the grips of AI control and go completely berserk? Find out next time on!
Palm, and Pine!