An Empire Returned: A VIP CoOp AAR

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To the great,grand and all powerfull Czar,
I want to scrap the invasion of Japan. I have heard news of a Invasion of Prussia and Austria<sorry did not know that was confidential> and I agree. My fellow members of the grand council I ask each and every one of you to help the war and Invasion. There will be Liberal who dis agree, I ask promission to ban them from all political power until Poland is formed.Any threats in the game will be eliminated I hope, This is not comunism my freinds but security.

Regards Peter Vlasdimin

 

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To all honourable officers of regard in the service of the his most royal higness, the Tsar's Imperial Army and respectabed members of nobility,

It is my honour this forthcoming weekend to host a spectacular dispaly of hunting and social entertainment throughout the vast territoires with which i have been employed. The event shall be a week long and shall permit at my estate in Minsk and shall proceed lesuirely down to kiev retiring to a number of numerous states of my owning with a grand finale in my administrative capital Kiev. Of course i know you shall all attend, and this letter is merely a formality.

Yours sincerely,
Radimir Fyodor Konstantin, Governor of the Western Terriorties

 

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To Governor Konstantin,
RE Invitation

Dearest cousin, i must, with the upmost sincere apologies, decline your invitation to me and that of Governor-General Grushkov as i am touring his estates in Finland at that time. I am dearly sorry that i and Baron Grushkov cannot make it to your social welcoming and i will no doubt come with the Baron at a later date.
I do however expect every other person to attend this most worthwhile meeting and see over the differences that i have had to deal with over the past year.
Have a merry christmas
Tsar Paul III

 

[Emperor Ike]

Nikolai stod in front of the big window. "Vladimir, could you tell me who is the current owner of Juva manor and it´s lands?" Baron Grushkov asked.
"Yes of course my lord, i will look in to this immidietly" young boy said and walked towards the door. "And is there any other news, Vladimir?" Baron turned around.
"Yes actually there is an invitation from Radimir Fyodor Konstantin who is the Governor of the Western Terriorties" Vladimir said and presented the letter "He invates you to Minsk to hunt and drink" He continued. "I see, i see and i will answer him later but now go my friend and seek out the current owner of Juva manor." Barnon said and satt down to his chair. I should thank the Tsar about this new position. , Nikolai said in his mind.

 

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To the office of Governor Radimir Fyodor Konstantin,

Dear sir, please tell the Governor that I will not be attending the upcoming function that he is hosting. Tell him that I still remember the manner in which he treated my family and my people, and that I shall be staying in Warsaw, as I prefer to spend my time in the company of men who do not sicken and repel me.

Sincerely,

Prince Felix Czartoryski

 

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Nikolay sat in his office. He was begining to worry. He had sent his son to the Ottoman Empire to get Miro's kid out. Miro's wife had been the daughter of a Muscovite Kniaz. The poor child being sent to Miro's parnets in Bosnia. Now with the problems in Ottoman Empire, the unrest and a new wave of private persecution against Christians by the Ottoman governor in Bosnia Nikolay's friend Miroslav finally decided to tell Nikolay that his daughter hadn't died in the womb.

That was eight months previously and Nikolay was beginning to worry about his son. He hadn't received a single report from Alexi. Perhaps the Ottoman situation was as bad as it seemed from the outside and Alexi was having trouble finding reputable couriers.

As Nikolay was thinking about this his courier a minor Italian noble hoping to find an office is Russia came in. Theres a letter for you its the green wax sir.

Nikolay smiled, his son used green wax to differentiate his letters to his father.

Dearest Father

I traveled first to Sevastopol taking a month on the jorney and I watched as elements of the former Black Sea Fleet being broken up in Sevastopol. I know they were old ships and that it was done in the point of view of the saving money but let me telll you father the sailors made unemployed may well join Ottoman or Pirate crews on the Black Sea.

From Sevastopol I journeyed south to Constantinople even though many of the Mohamedes call it Istanbull to acquire what documents that I could to prevent me being seized and arrested by local governors on the behalf of my Russian accent.

In Constantinople I heard rumours of roving bands of Brigades throughout the slavic regions in the Empire. It seemed to me as if their is a slavic rebellion of some kind being countered by semi independent Muslim brigades that was slaughtering and burning Orthodox families across European Turkey.

I decided at this point to spend some funds on hiring mercenaries to get me as far as bulgaria. I reckoned it was unwise to hire mercenaries for the entirety of the journey as I didn't want to leave anyone behind me knowing my route. Nor would I hire mercenaries when I had a women with me. Even a child for obvious reasons so I would need to be fresh when I got to Banjaluka.

When I reached the Bulgarian city of Sofia I told the mercenaries that I was at my final stop. I lied to them and traveled for a while on my own. During this time I was attacked by a pair of bandits. One carried a mace and the other a dagger. Obviously they were poor bandits in skill as well as wealth. After this I decided that my wealth stood out even from my boots. In the next town I came to I played the roll of a noble fallen on bad times but first I visited the local governor. I issued a protest about the assault of Russian nobles by his bandits. Then I sold my boots and bought a new pair. Perhaps now I wont be so much of a target. This role meant that it would not be plausible to hire mercenaries.

I traveled father to Sarajevo where I spent much of the gold you gave me outfitting myself mistakenly as a noble I bought a carriage and hired a maid who speaks Russian. On reflection it might not have been that much of a good idea. Especially for the maid.

At this point I traveled overland driving the carriage to Banjaluka. The small commercial town in the middle of Bosnia was no place for a member of the Russian aristocracy. That was my first impression. It was a commercial center but there was no palaces. When I reached the town I went in through the gates and found the first semi respectable tavern and began to ask for the street name you gave me. I arranged for my carriage to be looked after and I planned to find the Marchanovic house.

In the morning I left the tavern leaving the maid I had hired behind with the carriage. From the tavern keeper's directions I found the street with the Marchanovic house. I was not however able to to find the house so I looked for someone to ask. Most people I approached were cowed by the sight of an aristocrat. One a young girl skinny with a wiry body frame refused to talk to the Russian aristocrat beyond asking "Are you the gre'san moselanski 'covje'cji."

I stood there in shock at the question, should a man of aristocratic bearing be asked that by a child. Well perhaps she should be I thought before moving on. After a few minutes of knocking at doors I eventually received an answer at one from a rather elderly man who seemed very suspicious. Alexi resolved to try his best, "I'm looking for the Marchanovic house." This didn't put the man at ease and he seemed even more suspicious, "Why do you want the Marchanovics." I laughed internally as I realised that this man was probably a Marchanovic and unless I was rather wrong it was the father of the foreign minister.

I took the ring out of my bag, "Good sir I come from their son. My father is a friend of his. He feels that Bosnia is not a safe place for his child." The old man smiled and laughed, "Bosnia has never been a safe place for a child as he may well know himself. The Russian army may have been safer than the streets of Bosnia. Come in let us talk."

After several hours talking with the man I was prepared to leave the next morning and I had yet to meet the child. I was slightly shocked to discover it was the shy child who has asked me "Are you the gre'san moselanski 'covje'cji." When I saw the child I smiled and said, "Not a Muslim devil, a man sent by your father to bring you home. At that I think I saw a shy half smile on the childs face. Obviously her father meant something to her despite his irregular appearances.

The next morning I drove up in a carriage and introduced Nataliya to the maid that I had hired. As I started to journey I decided to travel through Austria to avoid the bandits that plagued the Ottoman empire.

As I write this letter to you I have been traveling for three month through Austria and the child has picked up several languages. Perhaps she can help her father as a translater. I sit in Vienna as I write this letter I decided that the child should come back to Russia with clothing to match her status. As I write she is being fitted for clothing to suit aristocracy. Plus I need a break. Tell Miro that his daughter sends his love.

I enclose a rough itinerary of our journey home.

Alexi

 

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24th December, 1836

Paul looked down at the port-folio in front of him, placed neatly on his desk. He frowned, sighing deeply. He opened the bottom draw of his desk and procured a bottle of vintage Vodka, taken from one rebblious Boyar's cellar during 1835. He poured a small shot into his glass and swigged it down, and bringing a grin across his face as he felt the warm liquid soothing his sore throat.

He opened the port-folio folder, slowly, waiting to be hit by a surge of information he had little care about. On the first page was a pristine map of his Empire. He picked up a pencil and began to jot and few lines and notes on the map. He didn't need too, but felt that it might annoy Rasbatatov a little, and he so loved seeing the old mentor giving him a lecture on why he should not do this or that. His mind, like his throat, warmed with the thought of the Colonel strutting up and down his study, flaying his arms about, blabbeling on about something which Paul was not listening to.

The next page was that of the economy. He loathed this page, and before digging into the dull and boring world of Russian economics, filled his glass with Vodka and took another shot down. He shut he eyes mommentarily, and then looked down at sprawl of words infront of his eyes. Industry this and capitalists that. He couldn't care less about the economy. He thought why he even needed to be reading this. After all, the economy was not his job. Again the aged Colonel's teachings came into his mind and he began to read. The economy was weak, but regaining strength after the civil war and famine. Capitalists were begining to fund railways and industry in Russia proper. He considered the words he read. Having been brought up in a military environment, he had not considered economics when he would have become ruler of all the Russias. Perhaps, just maybe, Russia needed him to care, to read and to work.

Befuddled by the economics, Paul closed the manuscript. He again filled his shot glass and took a swig of the warming drink. He began to think deeply. The imperial court, although being rid of those against his reigme, was still a mess. Russians squabbling over military issues like planning, Poles arguing with Russians about independance. He didn't like it, yet he couldn't get rid of it. All he could do was live with it, and live with it was exactly what he did not want to do. Perhaps something could be done, fixing the corrupt government. However, he had to depart to Finland in 2 days, and he had to convert all his energy now into the Census of the Finnish Provinces. He opened the manuscript again and began to read. A bloody merry christmas it would be for him.

 

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To Radimir Konstatin
From Peter Vlasidimin

Dear sir, I would be happy to attend your party,and I will gladly come with extra refreshmints.

 

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Paul was still reading his port-folio when suddenly the doors burst open, letting a cold breeze flush into the luke-warm study. Paul quickly grabbed his pistol and held it towards the door, cocking it as he lifted it up. His personal servent, Ivan, came staggering in, taking a low posture and clenching his stomach as though he had been shot.

'Ivan' the Tsar shouted 'what are you doing?' speaking in a questionitive and miffed tone.

'I am....ah.....very sorry your highness..' quezzed the man 'I have very....er....important news to bring to your majesty'.

'What is it? Speak up lad!' commanded Paul, holstering his pistol.

'Your highness is to be....ahh.....married!' finished the servent.

'WHAT?! Who to?' asked the Tsar, quite taken aback by what his servent had said.

'To...erm....damn i can't remember her...ah....name' said Ivan, still catching back his breath.

'Well damnation man, go get minister Miroslav. I must know every morsal of information' shouted the Tsar, obviously worried about this sudden news.

The man ran out of the room. Paul returned to his desk and sat down. He ran his hands through his hair and began to think. What had just happened? Who was this lady he was marrying? Was she pretty?

Miroslav walked gracefully into the room, his tailcoat trailing behind him a little way.

'You called, sire?' asked the minister.

'Who is it miro? who am i marrying?' asked the Tsar.

'Oh yes, that! You are to be married to Princess Eugenie of Sweden. Her father his the French king of Sweden Karl-Johan XVI. No Germans would marry you, so as part of my diplomatic policies, i saw fit to link us to our new allies in the Baltic' said the minister, his voice calm and controlled.

'Ah, well you could have informed me!' said the Tsar, getting more exasperated by the second.

'Oh sorry, i was busy with other matters...erm.....with Rosbatatov' answered the Bosnian.

'Erm....right, when is the marrige due to take place?' asked the Tsar.

'3 weeks time today' answed the minister.

'Oh great! I'm in Finland at the time! And everyone else will be in Minsk!' said the Tsar.

'Well then the wedding will take place in Finland. I will see to all the arrangements' said the minister confidently.

'Ok, you are excused minister' said the Tsar calmly.

The Bosnian began to leave, but he was stopped by the Tsar again.

'Miro.....merry christmas' said the Tsar.

'Yes, i think it is, sir' said the Bosnian before exiting the room, closing the large wooden doors behing him. The Tsar sat down again in his seat. He blew out his cheeks and sighed. He, again, filled up his shot glass and downed more vodka. Perhaps it would not be such a bad christmas after all.

 

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To his royal majesty


Your majesty,I would be happy to escort you to minsk with the new tzarina,so a wedding could be arranged there on Mr. Konstatins land maybe perhaps.

Yours truly, Peter Vlasdimin

 

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To Prince Felix

Dear sir, your snub of my grand social event comes from a misunderstanding from yourself. The invitation was sent out to invite all high ranking members of his Imperial Tsars armies and prominant RUSSIAN noblility. Seeing as you now no longer serve his majesty in a military capacity and the origin of your nationailty, which you so often refer to, your person was not even considered for an invite and it baffles me how you would presume your presence welcome without an such an invitation.

Yours sincerely,
Radimir Fyodor Konstantin, Governor of the Western Terriorties

Ps- As you so elegantly reminded me of your families 'treatment' at my hands i would like to ensure you that all avaliable attempts at discovering your younger siblings whereabouts in the Siberian camps is one of my... main priorities.

 

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To Pyotr Vasdimin
RE Marrige

I thank you, sir, for your kindness of words, but i will be in Finland at that time and will be unable to attend at Minsk. However much i wish to come to Minsk with the Tsarina, governorship must come first on all levels.

Thank You

Tsar Paul III

 

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To Governor Konstantin

RE Prine Felix

Dearest Cousin, i feel that you see to far into the Princes' new assignment in Poland. He is still my Cheif of Staff and therefore is in the Imperial Army. His nationality may be Polish, but his class is still that of the Noblility. Would we not invite Swedes or Austrians to such events? Then why not Poles? As i have said, this must be a good chance for you to resolve your differences without me or the Stretlets breathing down your back.

Regards

Tsar Paul III

 

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OOC
Here is the event for the marriage

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#Royal Marriage With Sweden
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event = { 
	id = 251947
	random = no
	country = RUS

	name = "Royal Marriage to Sweden"
	desc = "at 25 years of age and still without an heir, Minister 
Miroslav organised him a wedding with the beutiful princess of Sweden, 
Eugenie. She was daughter of King Karl-Johan XVI of Sweden and would no
 doubt help relations between the Russians and Swedes."
	style = 0

	date = { day = 14 month = january year = 1837 }
	offset = 5
	deathdate = { day = 30 month = january year = 1935 }

	action_a = {
		name = "Hurrah for our Tsar"
		command = { type = relation which = SWE value = 70 }
		command = { type = treasury value = -750 }
		command = { type = prestige value = 2 }
	}
}

Enjoy
Rob

 

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To his Royal Higness, The Tsar

Sir, as much as i would adhere to your opinion, me being your obedient servant in everything, i believe Prince Felix has taken matters into hand by excusing himself from the event nonetheless.

Yours faithfully,
Radimir Fyodor Konstantin, Governor of the Western Terriorties

 

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To: Governor Konstantin
Re: Event

Dear sir, it has come to my attention, through the "Gossip of the court" as it were, that you are inviting high commanding members of His Majesty's Army, and Prominent Russian (as you so emphasized the word) nobility. I do not fit into either category, am I to assume I am not invited?

Regards,
Miroslav Marchanovic

 

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To His majesty

Dears sir, I hope your marrige is happy and that a heir may be produced soon. Long the live the czar.
Best regards,
Peter Vasdimim

 

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To Pytor Vlasdimin

I thank you for your ever loyal support of the crown. I apologise for anytime i may have snapped at you for a suggestion which i thought upsurd without even thinking about.

Regards

Tsar Paul III

 

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To My Dearest Friend Prince Felix
Private

Felix, i feel that you should be attending this 'meeting' in Minsk. I feel it will be a good chance for you to resolve your differences with some of the Russian nobility and put Poland 'on the map' so to speak. The only way you might get Poland accepted, is if you are accpeted into the nobility of Russia. Therefore, i insist you go and make a good impression upon the assembly of Russians. You have nothing to fear from them, as my Stretlets will be on hand at a momments notice, even though i myself will not be attending.
Good Day and a Merry Christmas
Tsar Paul III

 

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I shall attend.

Respectfully,
General Konstantin Kutozov, General of the Imperial Russian Army