Warning: I am a sporadic updater. Expect this AAR to lay dormant for weeks at a time!
As a basis for this AAR, I'm using an edited VIP 0.4b with the Vinland scenario.
March 1836
Somewhere in Bohemia
It all started innocently enough.
On a bright, sunny day in the spring of 1836, an old man rode through a small forest on his horse. The lush sky, the sun in his back, listening to the singing birds, and feeling the fast, almost mechanical movement of his horse beneath him made him feel young again.
He allowed himself to be carried away by the warmth and bliss and thought back about his youth. So long ago, before Napoleon.
When his horse slipped and panicked and threw him off, he reacted too late. He barely realized that his head hit a large stone. He was unconscious before he realized that he was bleeding. When he was found hours later, he was already dead.
Klemens Wenzel Lothar von Metternich, most likely the mighties man in Austria, was dead.
Vienna
"It would be cynical of me to say that I am happy," Franz Anton Graf von Kolowrat-Liebsteinsky said to the collected Secret State Conference, "He and I have not agreed on many issues. But he was a great man and I hope that he will be remembered as such. His service to crown and country was immeasurable and we can only hope that in time the three of us will be able to replace him."
The two archdukes, Ludwig and Franz Karl, nodded in agreement.
Ludwig rose his voice: "I have, of course, attended his funeral, as I know the two of you have. Truly, it is a harsh time for Austria. Last year, my dear brother, our emperor, died, and in his testament asked me to lead the Secret State Conference to ensure that no liberal ideas can take hold and weaken our realm. And now we have lost one of the most ferocious fighters for restauration. While I will continue to lead the Conference, I hope that in time we will find an equally skilled and ferocious defender of the crown."
All three nodded in agreement, although one was already lost in thought. Franz Anton was toying with the idea of drawing a special protegée into this inner circle.
The voice of Franz Karl, brother of the current emperor, brought him back from his plotting: "Despite the gloomy times, we should disperse and meet again after lunch." He allowed himself a small smile: "I think the emperor is having dumplings again."
With this, the three men went their way to lunch, but a question remained: what now?
Metternich's death looms over Austria like a big black box
As a basis for this AAR, I'm using an edited VIP 0.4b with the Vinland scenario.
March 1836
Somewhere in Bohemia
It all started innocently enough.
On a bright, sunny day in the spring of 1836, an old man rode through a small forest on his horse. The lush sky, the sun in his back, listening to the singing birds, and feeling the fast, almost mechanical movement of his horse beneath him made him feel young again.
He allowed himself to be carried away by the warmth and bliss and thought back about his youth. So long ago, before Napoleon.
When his horse slipped and panicked and threw him off, he reacted too late. He barely realized that his head hit a large stone. He was unconscious before he realized that he was bleeding. When he was found hours later, he was already dead.
Klemens Wenzel Lothar von Metternich, most likely the mighties man in Austria, was dead.
Vienna
"It would be cynical of me to say that I am happy," Franz Anton Graf von Kolowrat-Liebsteinsky said to the collected Secret State Conference, "He and I have not agreed on many issues. But he was a great man and I hope that he will be remembered as such. His service to crown and country was immeasurable and we can only hope that in time the three of us will be able to replace him."
The two archdukes, Ludwig and Franz Karl, nodded in agreement.
Ludwig rose his voice: "I have, of course, attended his funeral, as I know the two of you have. Truly, it is a harsh time for Austria. Last year, my dear brother, our emperor, died, and in his testament asked me to lead the Secret State Conference to ensure that no liberal ideas can take hold and weaken our realm. And now we have lost one of the most ferocious fighters for restauration. While I will continue to lead the Conference, I hope that in time we will find an equally skilled and ferocious defender of the crown."
All three nodded in agreement, although one was already lost in thought. Franz Anton was toying with the idea of drawing a special protegée into this inner circle.
The voice of Franz Karl, brother of the current emperor, brought him back from his plotting: "Despite the gloomy times, we should disperse and meet again after lunch." He allowed himself a small smile: "I think the emperor is having dumplings again."
With this, the three men went their way to lunch, but a question remained: what now?
Metternich's death looms over Austria like a big black box
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