Originally posted by Forster
(OOC: Demetrios, you need to tell Anna, she is marrying Marius, the son. She isn't good enough for the old Don.)
I assumed he had the same last name as his father...
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I assumed he had the same last name as his father...
The travails of a man full of hubris
Bahazade Ömer Efendi, b. 1514, Constantinople
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1st December 1581, somewhere in the Mediterranean
The quondam ambassador had long given up railing at his fate. Strapped to the driftwood that stood between him and drowning, thirsty, hungry and near-delirious, Ömer Efendi rode the gentling swells. Though he could espy land, it was far too far for him to attempt even had he been fifty years younger and in the prime of health.
Still, he was able to muse that the last horoscope he had cast had not appeared to suggest death by drowning. As if that made a difference, then – with the garrotte dangling before him – or now. The sky was overcast. Again, as if that made a difference.
Fortunately for him, later in the day the wreckage was espied from an Italian merchant vessel, and a rowing boat sent out to investigate. Sailors carried his semi-conscious form back to the ship, where the remains of his fine clothes convinced them to give him all assistance.
That night, as a dim lantern swung but gently in the cabin, Ömer Efendi woke. First he gave thanks to God for preserving his life. Second, he noticed a small figure draped in shadow sitting in a chair nearby. Still exhausted, and not being able to see very well in the half light, he asked, in Italian, the common tongue of sailors in the Mediterranean:
“And to whom do I owe my life and my everlasting gratitude?”
The answer made collapse back in his bed, wishing fervently for the little stuffed lamb he had played with as a small boy. Or even that he had been left out at sea.
Bahazade Ömer Efendi, b. 1514, Constantinople
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1st December 1581, somewhere in the Mediterranean
The quondam ambassador had long given up railing at his fate. Strapped to the driftwood that stood between him and drowning, thirsty, hungry and near-delirious, Ömer Efendi rode the gentling swells. Though he could espy land, it was far too far for him to attempt even had he been fifty years younger and in the prime of health.
Still, he was able to muse that the last horoscope he had cast had not appeared to suggest death by drowning. As if that made a difference, then – with the garrotte dangling before him – or now. The sky was overcast. Again, as if that made a difference.
Fortunately for him, later in the day the wreckage was espied from an Italian merchant vessel, and a rowing boat sent out to investigate. Sailors carried his semi-conscious form back to the ship, where the remains of his fine clothes convinced them to give him all assistance.
That night, as a dim lantern swung but gently in the cabin, Ömer Efendi woke. First he gave thanks to God for preserving his life. Second, he noticed a small figure draped in shadow sitting in a chair nearby. Still exhausted, and not being able to see very well in the half light, he asked, in Italian, the common tongue of sailors in the Mediterranean:
“And to whom do I owe my life and my everlasting gratitude?”
The answer made collapse back in his bed, wishing fervently for the little stuffed lamb he had played with as a small boy. Or even that he had been left out at sea.
Only a woman can organise something like this properly
Serena Progetto, b. 1540, Venice
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1st December 1581, Rome
Early in the morning after the Feast of Andrew the Apostle, the offices of Nozze & Banchetto were honoured by the presence of Senator Kantakouzenos, who was somewhat irritated by the melodrama of the night. He had previously been informed by the Lady Antonia Maria Bonaventure-Corniglia that she owed much of the success of her wartime wedding to the meticulous preparation and organisation of Signora Progetto, founder of the firm, recently established in Rome to match a growing requirement. And so he was there in person.
The Senator was ushered past paintings by minor Italian artists of the various weddings organised by the company, into a large and airy meeting room decorated in light pastels, and served with coffee, a new fad in Roman society. He was soon joined by a breathless Serena Progetto, who hastily adjusted her dress as her ample figure, beloved of the artists of the time, crossed the room to greet Lord Kantakouzenos. No sooner had the usual pleasantries been exchanged than a troop of assistants filed into the room, and Signora Progetto began her spiel.
“First, I would like to thank you for considering Nozze & Banchetto for the upcoming nuptials of your loved ones. Let me first give you some background on our company, and the services we offer.”
Lady Antonia Maria had been right. The owner of Nozze & Banchetto was nothing if not exhaustive in her approach. Forty minutes later:
“And so, you can see, dear Lord Kantakouzenos, we are very well positioned to meet all of your upcoming needs, and can take care of all of the details. Our motto is “We Work so that You Enjoy” and these references…” and here a young pretty girl daintily pushed a folder across to Senator Kantakouzenos “… are proof that all our clients are happy with our skills and services.”
The Cretan nobleman had little time to do more than nod his head before Signora Progetto gushed:
“And now my first question: when is the happy event?”
“We had been planning something for the Spring.”
“1583?”
“No, actually, 1582.”
Serena’s smile faltered, but then the gleam of a challenge came into her eyes. Her fingers rippled through her diary, and she looked up beaming.
“Well, we should be able to organise something for late April. Shall we tentatively fix the date as 30th April – that’s the day after the Feast of St Catherine (one of my favourite saints, you know) and a Thursday. Is that all right with you? Good. That gives us nearly five full months, which should be just about enough. Now, the second question is – and <small polite cough> - just what were you budgeting for this wonderful event? Really? Well, we should be able to manage quite nicely with that, though I’m afraid it might not be quite as stunning as Lady Antonia Maria’s.”
She leaned forward conspiratorially. Lord Kantakouzenos could not help but admire her divine form. She breathed huskily:
“I suspect you know the truth of it, but I have a feeling that, well, the Doge made a certain not-very-small contribution to ensure the wedding was quite a spectacle!”
“Anyway, there is no need to worry about that! I can assure you that Nozze & Banchetto are quite equal to the task of creating a memorable experience on budgets much more constrained than yours. I always say that imagination is much more important. What we need to do is provide a theme – something with which you, Lord Kantakouzenos are quite familiar.”
“Now, shall we go over the details?”
The sun was setting as a weary Cretan Senator stumbled into the street. He had been presented with strict instructions by Signora Progetto to fix the date (with 30th April being her strong suggestion), and a theme for the wedding. Here Signora Progetto had suggested Arcadian, Russian or Chinese, though she was up for anything. Everything else, once agreed with Lord Kantakouzenos, would be taken care of by Nozze & Banchetto.
There. I’ve thrown in heaving bosoms again.
Serena Progetto, b. 1540, Venice
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1st December 1581, Rome
Early in the morning after the Feast of Andrew the Apostle, the offices of Nozze & Banchetto were honoured by the presence of Senator Kantakouzenos, who was somewhat irritated by the melodrama of the night. He had previously been informed by the Lady Antonia Maria Bonaventure-Corniglia that she owed much of the success of her wartime wedding to the meticulous preparation and organisation of Signora Progetto, founder of the firm, recently established in Rome to match a growing requirement. And so he was there in person.
The Senator was ushered past paintings by minor Italian artists of the various weddings organised by the company, into a large and airy meeting room decorated in light pastels, and served with coffee, a new fad in Roman society. He was soon joined by a breathless Serena Progetto, who hastily adjusted her dress as her ample figure, beloved of the artists of the time, crossed the room to greet Lord Kantakouzenos. No sooner had the usual pleasantries been exchanged than a troop of assistants filed into the room, and Signora Progetto began her spiel.
“First, I would like to thank you for considering Nozze & Banchetto for the upcoming nuptials of your loved ones. Let me first give you some background on our company, and the services we offer.”
Lady Antonia Maria had been right. The owner of Nozze & Banchetto was nothing if not exhaustive in her approach. Forty minutes later:
“And so, you can see, dear Lord Kantakouzenos, we are very well positioned to meet all of your upcoming needs, and can take care of all of the details. Our motto is “We Work so that You Enjoy” and these references…” and here a young pretty girl daintily pushed a folder across to Senator Kantakouzenos “… are proof that all our clients are happy with our skills and services.”
The Cretan nobleman had little time to do more than nod his head before Signora Progetto gushed:
“And now my first question: when is the happy event?”
“We had been planning something for the Spring.”
“1583?”
“No, actually, 1582.”
Serena’s smile faltered, but then the gleam of a challenge came into her eyes. Her fingers rippled through her diary, and she looked up beaming.
“Well, we should be able to organise something for late April. Shall we tentatively fix the date as 30th April – that’s the day after the Feast of St Catherine (one of my favourite saints, you know) and a Thursday. Is that all right with you? Good. That gives us nearly five full months, which should be just about enough. Now, the second question is – and <small polite cough> - just what were you budgeting for this wonderful event? Really? Well, we should be able to manage quite nicely with that, though I’m afraid it might not be quite as stunning as Lady Antonia Maria’s.”
She leaned forward conspiratorially. Lord Kantakouzenos could not help but admire her divine form. She breathed huskily:
“I suspect you know the truth of it, but I have a feeling that, well, the Doge made a certain not-very-small contribution to ensure the wedding was quite a spectacle!”
“Anyway, there is no need to worry about that! I can assure you that Nozze & Banchetto are quite equal to the task of creating a memorable experience on budgets much more constrained than yours. I always say that imagination is much more important. What we need to do is provide a theme – something with which you, Lord Kantakouzenos are quite familiar.”
“Now, shall we go over the details?”
The sun was setting as a weary Cretan Senator stumbled into the street. He had been presented with strict instructions by Signora Progetto to fix the date (with 30th April being her strong suggestion), and a theme for the wedding. Here Signora Progetto had suggested Arcadian, Russian or Chinese, though she was up for anything. Everything else, once agreed with Lord Kantakouzenos, would be taken care of by Nozze & Banchetto.
There. I’ve thrown in heaving bosoms again.
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Geesh, Emre, you do think of everything! How in the world do you know that 30 April 1582 was a Monday? I thought that I had a lot of resources...
Myabe for amusement we should have scheduled the wedding for early October 1582. I can just imagine the chaos that would ensue when the Pope announced that ten days were going to be dropped during the change to the Gregorian calendar, and the wedding date was among those days...
And, well, Demetrios' wife has been dead for less than a week at this point, I doubt that he'd be paying that much attention to the heaving bosoms...
Myabe for amusement we should have scheduled the wedding for early October 1582. I can just imagine the chaos that would ensue when the Pope announced that ten days were going to be dropped during the change to the Gregorian calendar, and the wedding date was among those days...
And, well, Demetrios' wife has been dead for less than a week at this point, I doubt that he'd be paying that much attention to the heaving bosoms...
OOC
Well, 30th April 1582 is a Monday, albeit according to the New Calnedar. I just could not be bothered to convert to the Julian.
And did you not know? Heaving bosoms are my main contribution to this AAR. While Warspite labours on turning this thread into a novel, I shall already have a series of bodice-rippers featuring late 16th century heroines and dark brooding heroes (recently bereaved?) earning me a useful supplement to my monthly income.
Anyway, I have amended my sloppy work. The 30th April 1582 (Julian) is a Thursday.
Well, 30th April 1582 is a Monday, albeit according to the New Calnedar. I just could not be bothered to convert to the Julian.
And did you not know? Heaving bosoms are my main contribution to this AAR.
While Warspite labours on turning this thread into a novel, I shall already have a series of bodice-rippers featuring late 16th century heroines and dark brooding heroes (recently bereaved?) earning me a useful supplement to my monthly income.Anyway, I have amended my sloppy work. The 30th April 1582 (Julian) is a Thursday.
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He does, Consiglieri. The Don usually just uses his given name, as odd as it is for a Sicilian.
CONFRONTATION INFRONT OF DOGES PALACE CONTINUED.......
Gustavus Rex didnt have to do much to keep the two groups of soldiers inline as the King of Spain confronted the Doge of Italy in front of them. They all couldn't wait to see what would happen, few really knew what was behind it all in the first place.
With torches and lanterns giving off enough light to see facial expressions. The look on the Kings face was of unmasked fury while the look on the Doges was of impending horror as if the worst was to come. Sadly for him, it had come.
Looking Giovanni square in the eyes the King asked firmly "Where is my Son?"
Giovanni slipped his gaze from Fernando as his eyelids closed with disbelief and disgust. Then after pausing for a moment to realize he needed to address the issue and not dwell on his lost freedom. "I don't know what is going on King Fernando but I do see tension here like I have never seen from you. Please tell me what has happened" Giovanni said in a calm voice hoping to get the King from his anger.
Fernando didnt take the time to realize Giovanni may honestly not know what had happened to his son, he was convinced now that the Italians were working against him. "You know exactly what's going on and you tried to get rid of me while you plotted to take revenge. If you think you can avoid my anger, you are wrong Giovanni...."
Giovanni stood his ground trying to look brave while inside his soul screamed for mercy. Why so close to ending his term does so many things go wrong. He cut Fernando off again trying to seek a common ground "King Fernando, I swear to you I know nothing of what your talking about I....."
"YOU LIE" the King shouted so close to Giovannis face that the Doge could feel the shock waves of anger in his breath. Giovanni was almost half Fernandos age and was intimidated some but Fernando was not intimidated by Giovanni.
"You stand before me Fern and declare you don't trust me when all I did for the past week is trust you completely while all others called you a murderer of my Senators....."
"This is not the same....."
"IT IS the same Fernando, we are being attacked, WE" Giovanni said, his voice began to tremble as his emotions again began to get the better of him. With such passion was he intent to win Fernando to his side that he began to sweat in the winter morning cold air. "I ask you Sir...." he was cut off again by Fernando
"I will have vengeance and....."
"No I beg you King Fernando, don't let the bastards who is doing this to us drive us against each other."
For a few tense moments they stood there, while the others looked on waiting for the worst, their hands clenching their weapons. At last however the two leaders found common ground and relented.
King Fernando took Giovanni privately and explained to him that a messenger in galleys caught him a few miles off the shore hours ago. They said his son was missing and there was little clues to what, why or how he was lost. Only a few dead royal guards in a street alley and many questions. His son could be alive but no one seemed to know. The two men agreed that tragedy had now struck both their lands and once Giovanni won back Fernandos minimal trust they were determined to work together to find out who was behind all of this. Giovanni still thought the King suspicious for the way he came to Italy but he wanted one thing only. To find the truth.
The word of what had been happening was kept under secrecy, only senators or generals knew the news of the Kings son missing. Giovanni gave a speech to senate and sent messengers to those away that the Kings son was kidnapped.
And the sun floated high in the southern sky that first day of election month as Italy began to wonder, what next......
Gustavus Rex didnt have to do much to keep the two groups of soldiers inline as the King of Spain confronted the Doge of Italy in front of them. They all couldn't wait to see what would happen, few really knew what was behind it all in the first place.
With torches and lanterns giving off enough light to see facial expressions. The look on the Kings face was of unmasked fury while the look on the Doges was of impending horror as if the worst was to come. Sadly for him, it had come.
Looking Giovanni square in the eyes the King asked firmly "Where is my Son?"
Giovanni slipped his gaze from Fernando as his eyelids closed with disbelief and disgust. Then after pausing for a moment to realize he needed to address the issue and not dwell on his lost freedom. "I don't know what is going on King Fernando but I do see tension here like I have never seen from you. Please tell me what has happened" Giovanni said in a calm voice hoping to get the King from his anger.
Fernando didnt take the time to realize Giovanni may honestly not know what had happened to his son, he was convinced now that the Italians were working against him. "You know exactly what's going on and you tried to get rid of me while you plotted to take revenge. If you think you can avoid my anger, you are wrong Giovanni...."
Giovanni stood his ground trying to look brave while inside his soul screamed for mercy. Why so close to ending his term does so many things go wrong. He cut Fernando off again trying to seek a common ground "King Fernando, I swear to you I know nothing of what your talking about I....."
"YOU LIE" the King shouted so close to Giovannis face that the Doge could feel the shock waves of anger in his breath. Giovanni was almost half Fernandos age and was intimidated some but Fernando was not intimidated by Giovanni.
"You stand before me Fern and declare you don't trust me when all I did for the past week is trust you completely while all others called you a murderer of my Senators....."
"This is not the same....."
"IT IS the same Fernando, we are being attacked, WE" Giovanni said, his voice began to tremble as his emotions again began to get the better of him. With such passion was he intent to win Fernando to his side that he began to sweat in the winter morning cold air. "I ask you Sir...." he was cut off again by Fernando
"I will have vengeance and....."
"No I beg you King Fernando, don't let the bastards who is doing this to us drive us against each other."
For a few tense moments they stood there, while the others looked on waiting for the worst, their hands clenching their weapons. At last however the two leaders found common ground and relented.
King Fernando took Giovanni privately and explained to him that a messenger in galleys caught him a few miles off the shore hours ago. They said his son was missing and there was little clues to what, why or how he was lost. Only a few dead royal guards in a street alley and many questions. His son could be alive but no one seemed to know. The two men agreed that tragedy had now struck both their lands and once Giovanni won back Fernandos minimal trust they were determined to work together to find out who was behind all of this. Giovanni still thought the King suspicious for the way he came to Italy but he wanted one thing only. To find the truth.
The word of what had been happening was kept under secrecy, only senators or generals knew the news of the Kings son missing. Giovanni gave a speech to senate and sent messengers to those away that the Kings son was kidnapped.
And the sun floated high in the southern sky that first day of election month as Italy began to wonder, what next......
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So when will the election be?
Are you waiting to find out who the candidates are?
BTW nice writing there Warspite.
WOOHOO!!!! Field Marshal
Are you waiting to find out who the candidates are?
BTW nice writing there Warspite.
WOOHOO!!!! Field Marshal
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Yeah, we really need to know, so that I can petition to postpone it!
Until all of these unsolved crimes are sorted out, of course.
Until all of these unsolved crimes are sorted out, of course.
DOGE GIOVANNI SETS ELECTION DATE AT DECEMBER 15th
All those in the senate are elegible however i (warspite) reserve the right to dismiss those who are currently inactive on this AAR. I need someone who is actively participating to be Doge.
Thanks and let the mudslinging begin
All those in the senate are elegible however i (warspite) reserve the right to dismiss those who are currently inactive on this AAR. I need someone who is actively participating to be Doge.
Thanks and let the mudslinging begin
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Just so you know Warspite, I'm still here and will be participating, so feel free to leave me in the running for Doge. I'll especially be good to go after 12-20 when I'll be done with school for good! I'm just not saying much right now cuz I have a ton of papers, and I want to stay out of this whole messy business with the assassinations and the kidnapping. So anyway...
Vincent Corniglia walked into the room where his wife Antonia sat nursing young Julius. His foster son Edmundo was at the foot of the bed bouncing impatiently.
"Mama, when will you be done feeding the baby. I want to go outside?"
"Soon my little man, soon. Have patience." Antonia replied.
Edmundo glared jealously at his half-brother, and continued scowling as he looked up at Vincent. Mama and Uncle Vincent had not had very much time for him since the new baby came, a gross injustice to be sure to Edmundo's six year old mind. I mean, what did Julius ever do except eat, and sleeep and cry? And Edmundo, on the other hand, could already do sums and multiplication, and was beginning to speak almost three languages. Not to mention he was the best six-year-old tree climber he knew. (Not that he knew too many other six-year-olds). Edmundo decided he would go play in the garden by himself. Telling his mom that, he stomped from the room. Vincent tussled his hair as he passed by.
"Good afternoon dear heart." Vincent greeted his wife. She looked up and smiled at her young husband.
"Antonia, we need to talk." Vincent began. "I'm a little worried about you and the boys right now, what with all the things going on here. You know, the assassinations and riots and all. I think it might be best if you go spend some time away from the city for a while. Why don't you take Edmundo and Julius and go visit your estates in Trani? It should be relatively safe there."
"But Vincent," replied Antonia, "will you be there with us? I don't want to be away from you for very long. Not right now. I'd be worried sick knowing that you were here alone in the midst of all this danger, with the elections coming up and everything."
"I will visit when I can, dear," Vincent answered. "And the elections are less than a month away. I'm sure things will settle down after the elections. You probably won't need to stay away very long."
"But you need me here right now," Antonia protested. "Don't underestimate the influence of us women in garnering votes. You need me to be out there winning support for you among the wives of the other Senators."
"Yes, dear, I know precisely how important you are to my career," Vincent said with a wry smile, "but as we've discussed, I am not actively campaigning for this election. If I get it, wonderful, but I am young, and can afford to wait till the next time around if I don't."
Antonia pursed her lips in displeasure. She obviously disapproved of her husband's seeming lack of ambition in this matter. "But it's so boring there by myself. And I can't miss the Kantakouzenos New Years party!"
Vincent nodded understandingly, "I promise you can return in time for the New Years bash. And why don't we talk to the McCollum's and see if Fiona would like to join you there for the next month or two. I'm sure Donal wouldn't mind keeping his family a little safer while the elections occur, and Fiona might look forward to a chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city."
Antonia said nothing but continued to look less than convinced. "Love, please," Vincent implored, "I'm only thinking of your safety. I love you and the boys, and don't want to take any risks."
"Very well," Antonia agreed at last, "I shall begin writing an invitation to Fiona today."
"Mama, when will you be done feeding the baby. I want to go outside?"
"Soon my little man, soon. Have patience." Antonia replied.
Edmundo glared jealously at his half-brother, and continued scowling as he looked up at Vincent. Mama and Uncle Vincent had not had very much time for him since the new baby came, a gross injustice to be sure to Edmundo's six year old mind. I mean, what did Julius ever do except eat, and sleeep and cry? And Edmundo, on the other hand, could already do sums and multiplication, and was beginning to speak almost three languages. Not to mention he was the best six-year-old tree climber he knew. (Not that he knew too many other six-year-olds). Edmundo decided he would go play in the garden by himself. Telling his mom that, he stomped from the room. Vincent tussled his hair as he passed by.
"Good afternoon dear heart." Vincent greeted his wife. She looked up and smiled at her young husband.
"Antonia, we need to talk." Vincent began. "I'm a little worried about you and the boys right now, what with all the things going on here. You know, the assassinations and riots and all. I think it might be best if you go spend some time away from the city for a while. Why don't you take Edmundo and Julius and go visit your estates in Trani? It should be relatively safe there."
"But Vincent," replied Antonia, "will you be there with us? I don't want to be away from you for very long. Not right now. I'd be worried sick knowing that you were here alone in the midst of all this danger, with the elections coming up and everything."
"I will visit when I can, dear," Vincent answered. "And the elections are less than a month away. I'm sure things will settle down after the elections. You probably won't need to stay away very long."
"But you need me here right now," Antonia protested. "Don't underestimate the influence of us women in garnering votes. You need me to be out there winning support for you among the wives of the other Senators."
"Yes, dear, I know precisely how important you are to my career," Vincent said with a wry smile, "but as we've discussed, I am not actively campaigning for this election. If I get it, wonderful, but I am young, and can afford to wait till the next time around if I don't."
Antonia pursed her lips in displeasure. She obviously disapproved of her husband's seeming lack of ambition in this matter. "But it's so boring there by myself. And I can't miss the Kantakouzenos New Years party!"
Vincent nodded understandingly, "I promise you can return in time for the New Years bash. And why don't we talk to the McCollum's and see if Fiona would like to join you there for the next month or two. I'm sure Donal wouldn't mind keeping his family a little safer while the elections occur, and Fiona might look forward to a chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city."
Antonia said nothing but continued to look less than convinced. "Love, please," Vincent implored, "I'm only thinking of your safety. I love you and the boys, and don't want to take any risks."
"Very well," Antonia agreed at last, "I shall begin writing an invitation to Fiona today."
Daniel took a few seconds to review his orders, they where rather simple actually. Travel to Warsaw, and open renewed contact with the Polish court there and represent the best wishes of the Italian Republic. Secretly, he was glad to be leaving Rome. This buisness with the assassinations was very worrysome and, although he always tried to put the best face forward, he was afraid. Not for himself, but for his brother...one McCollum ahd already been assassinated, did they really need another. And Donal was brash enough to walk right infront of a firing squad just to prove he could do it....it was not a good combination.
Shrugging, Daniel made one last loo kthrough of the official letters to gain his access through Hungary and into Poland, as well as his money to set up temporary residence. It would be a grand adventure...he just hoped he could live to tell about it.
Shrugging, Daniel made one last loo kthrough of the official letters to gain his access through Hungary and into Poland, as well as his money to set up temporary residence. It would be a grand adventure...he just hoped he could live to tell about it.
DECEMBER 1st
After Giovanni and Fernando had their initial pow-wow discussing recent events leading up to so much friction between the two. Fernando spent much of the day resting as best he could in the Doges Palace. Giovanni on the other hand took the new dilemma to the Senate floor.
There was many senators who were not their, obviously out campaigning for Doge. Giovanni went on any ways after explaining to them what happened to King Fernando.
"The elections will be on the 15th, dispite the recent events that have unfolded we cannot let this change our system or government."
"You are just afraid of having to face this, you don't want to be Doge anymore" one senator blurted out rudely.
Taken aback by the interruption, Giovanni went on "I have pledged my support to King Fernando in working together to solve the cases behind the murders and kidnappings. I believe someone is setting us up. I have come too far in good relations with Fernando to ruin it now."
Appari sat in the front seat of the Senate, eyeing Giovanni like a hawk. He was not amused by the senators behind him mocking Giovanni, nor was he pleased with a man he considered to be weak and foolish as leader of Italy. He stood up to talk "My fellow countrymen, do not attempt to push this election back"
many of the senators were allies to Appari even though they only recently barely knew him, they let him speak uninterrupted while Doge Giovanni waited patiently "We need a new leader, a real leader who will act as a Doge and not a wayward mistress" Giovanni heard what he said and his face turned to astonishment, he could not find words to say while Appari continued "Too long has Italy been guided by the lame. We must act to elect a new Doge, and though it will not be me" some senators began to say No! No! as they wanted Appari to be Doge, Appari gave a slight smile knowing he had power to win "Though I say I shall not win because senator Forster is sending his men and using his power to destroy my reputation"
The senate got louder, supporters of Senator Forster did not challenge while hordes of Appari supporters shouted NOOOO! NOOOO! Appari went on while Giovanni looked on with disgust.
"My good friends, you know I love Italy, and I think of you as my brothers. I give to Italy freely and I shall do so with my life if God chooses me to lead her. Let us cast off the shackles of the timid and weak" he said while looking over to Giovanni then back to the Senate continued "and forge a nation of strength and courage and most of all, PEACE!"
Appari smiled wide seeing the standing ovation of praise he would get from his supporters and even some that were neutral. Half of the senate sat in dismay at the spectacle however as they saw right through Apparis politicking.
As an insult, Appari and his supporting senators began to leave the senate hall while Giovanni continued his speech. Forster was not there as he was overseeing other things elsewhere.
(be patient for clues, the story will unravel more as the days go on)
After Giovanni and Fernando had their initial pow-wow discussing recent events leading up to so much friction between the two. Fernando spent much of the day resting as best he could in the Doges Palace. Giovanni on the other hand took the new dilemma to the Senate floor.
There was many senators who were not their, obviously out campaigning for Doge. Giovanni went on any ways after explaining to them what happened to King Fernando.
"The elections will be on the 15th, dispite the recent events that have unfolded we cannot let this change our system or government."
"You are just afraid of having to face this, you don't want to be Doge anymore" one senator blurted out rudely.
Taken aback by the interruption, Giovanni went on "I have pledged my support to King Fernando in working together to solve the cases behind the murders and kidnappings. I believe someone is setting us up. I have come too far in good relations with Fernando to ruin it now."
Appari sat in the front seat of the Senate, eyeing Giovanni like a hawk. He was not amused by the senators behind him mocking Giovanni, nor was he pleased with a man he considered to be weak and foolish as leader of Italy. He stood up to talk "My fellow countrymen, do not attempt to push this election back"
many of the senators were allies to Appari even though they only recently barely knew him, they let him speak uninterrupted while Doge Giovanni waited patiently "We need a new leader, a real leader who will act as a Doge and not a wayward mistress" Giovanni heard what he said and his face turned to astonishment, he could not find words to say while Appari continued "Too long has Italy been guided by the lame. We must act to elect a new Doge, and though it will not be me" some senators began to say No! No! as they wanted Appari to be Doge, Appari gave a slight smile knowing he had power to win "Though I say I shall not win because senator Forster is sending his men and using his power to destroy my reputation"
The senate got louder, supporters of Senator Forster did not challenge while hordes of Appari supporters shouted NOOOO! NOOOO! Appari went on while Giovanni looked on with disgust.
"My good friends, you know I love Italy, and I think of you as my brothers. I give to Italy freely and I shall do so with my life if God chooses me to lead her. Let us cast off the shackles of the timid and weak" he said while looking over to Giovanni then back to the Senate continued "and forge a nation of strength and courage and most of all, PEACE!"
Appari smiled wide seeing the standing ovation of praise he would get from his supporters and even some that were neutral. Half of the senate sat in dismay at the spectacle however as they saw right through Apparis politicking.
As an insult, Appari and his supporting senators began to leave the senate hall while Giovanni continued his speech. Forster was not there as he was overseeing other things elsewhere.
(be patient for clues, the story will unravel more as the days go on)
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Sen Forster, b 1518, Sicily
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Sen Forster was indeed overseeing activities elsewhere. He had finally gotten word that Fernando's son was safely ensconced in the family safe place. He would be well treated,and well protected. This would keep for now. Once he was sure where Fernando stood in all this, he could make his final decision.
The information coming in, though,was beginning to look more and more as if Fernando just had a case of bad timing and poor politics. Only time would tell for sure.
This Appari character was looking more and more like a real slime ball. Still, no solid information was coming in. It drove the old Don crazy.
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Sen Forster was indeed overseeing activities elsewhere. He had finally gotten word that Fernando's son was safely ensconced in the family safe place. He would be well treated,and well protected. This would keep for now. Once he was sure where Fernando stood in all this, he could make his final decision.
The information coming in, though,was beginning to look more and more as if Fernando just had a case of bad timing and poor politics. Only time would tell for sure.
This Appari character was looking more and more like a real slime ball. Still, no solid information was coming in. It drove the old Don crazy.
OOC: just a heads up on how things are pregressing on the move to EU2. TERRIBLE JUST TERRIBLE...I am having a very tough time editing the files and getting our game over to the new EU2 program. Paradox must have changed some things i dont know about, making editing a bit more tricky.
None the less, the trasition will happen and this story is leading up to its re-START. I am going slow and easy because i need more time on the transition so thank you for your patience.
I think you will enjoy the rest of the story as it unfolds, thanks for sticking it out with me and making it that much better
When can we expect the game to restart you ask? Lets go with either after christmas or after new years. Because things will slow down as we get into holidays and i still have lots of work to do on the files.
Enjoy!
None the less, the trasition will happen and this story is leading up to its re-START. I am going slow and easy because i need more time on the transition so thank you for your patience.
I think you will enjoy the rest of the story as it unfolds, thanks for sticking it out with me and making it that much better
When can we expect the game to restart you ask? Lets go with either after christmas or after new years. Because things will slow down as we get into holidays and i still have lots of work to do on the files.
Enjoy!
Donal rose from his seat, his steely gaze brushing over the entrie Senate, seeming to focus on one Senator after another. Several men of Appari's faction moved back to their seats, either due to intimidation or interest in what McCollum was about to say.
The young Senator's face broke into a mirthless smile, his eyes still bearing holes into anyone who was unfortunate enough to get in its way. "A good speach", he announced "A good speach indeed!" Sarcastically he began to clap.
"I must agree with our fair Nexos Appari whole heartedly. It is so refreshing to hear him speak of a Doge who shall not treat this nation as a...., how did he put it? 'wayward mistress'. I believe that he is entirly correct. We must have a leader willing to be present in the Senate and Italian affairs. Why, if Senator Nexos was here now, I'd congratulate him."
Appari's supporters who had taken their seat began to shuffle in their seats and blush, somewhat. Donal went right on with his assault.
"Perhapse one of you, his loyal band of brothers out there, can please tell me exactly where he is. I strained my eyes while fighting the Turk, and I'm afraid that I just can't see him here"
Most of the Senate began to laugh nervously. It WAS funny after all.
"In all honesty, I really must be sincere in my agreement with certian ideas put forth by Senator Appari. He speak strongly of wanting to forge Italy in streangth and Peace, and this I agree with my entire soul. Italy needs a strong leader, one who is willing to see her through times good and bad."
After several seconds of silence.
"No, in this case I do not nessicarily mean myself either. However, I urge this Senate to choose a leader who's record is distinguished, who has given his life to this institution. Before it comes to the selection of the Doge, I merely ask you to look at the record of he who you support and ask you self just what has he done for Italy"
Many in the Senate, expecially Donal's rather large faction, stand up and begin to clap and cheer. A few Senators in the back even began to chant "McCollum, McCollum" before Donal himself waves them down. Many of Nexos' supporters squirm in their seats and wish they had left after all. All in all, it was a strangly subdued speach in many ways. Not what you'd expect at all.
The young Senator's face broke into a mirthless smile, his eyes still bearing holes into anyone who was unfortunate enough to get in its way. "A good speach", he announced "A good speach indeed!" Sarcastically he began to clap.
"I must agree with our fair Nexos Appari whole heartedly. It is so refreshing to hear him speak of a Doge who shall not treat this nation as a...., how did he put it? 'wayward mistress'. I believe that he is entirly correct. We must have a leader willing to be present in the Senate and Italian affairs. Why, if Senator Nexos was here now, I'd congratulate him."
Appari's supporters who had taken their seat began to shuffle in their seats and blush, somewhat. Donal went right on with his assault.
"Perhapse one of you, his loyal band of brothers out there, can please tell me exactly where he is. I strained my eyes while fighting the Turk, and I'm afraid that I just can't see him here"
Most of the Senate began to laugh nervously. It WAS funny after all.
"In all honesty, I really must be sincere in my agreement with certian ideas put forth by Senator Appari. He speak strongly of wanting to forge Italy in streangth and Peace, and this I agree with my entire soul. Italy needs a strong leader, one who is willing to see her through times good and bad."
After several seconds of silence.
"No, in this case I do not nessicarily mean myself either. However, I urge this Senate to choose a leader who's record is distinguished, who has given his life to this institution. Before it comes to the selection of the Doge, I merely ask you to look at the record of he who you support and ask you self just what has he done for Italy"
Many in the Senate, expecially Donal's rather large faction, stand up and begin to clap and cheer. A few Senators in the back even began to chant "McCollum, McCollum" before Donal himself waves them down. Many of Nexos' supporters squirm in their seats and wish they had left after all. All in all, it was a strangly subdued speach in many ways. Not what you'd expect at all.
OOC
OOC: Hey, I was just wondering, what exactly are the social settings of our Italy going to be?
I would assume they we are about even for Land/Navy, leaning towards Quality over Quantity, Slightly more Aristocratic, but also more Capitalistic than Merchantile, and also movign steadily towards Centralization.
It would also be interesting if, one you get the game converted over, if you could work on an Italy Scenerio. Using the AAR as the basis you could put in events that actually happen like:
Support Constitution: +2 Centralization, -1 Aristocracy, -2 revolt risk
Do Not Support Constitution: +3 Revolt Risk, Naples becomes Independant, +2 Aristocracy, -2 Centralization +50 dplomacy with France, Spain, and Austria
And also you could choose which Doge you wanted to elect.
WOuld be fun.
OOC: Hey, I was just wondering, what exactly are the social settings of our Italy going to be?
I would assume they we are about even for Land/Navy, leaning towards Quality over Quantity, Slightly more Aristocratic, but also more Capitalistic than Merchantile, and also movign steadily towards Centralization.
It would also be interesting if, one you get the game converted over, if you could work on an Italy Scenerio. Using the AAR as the basis you could put in events that actually happen like:
Support Constitution: +2 Centralization, -1 Aristocracy, -2 revolt risk
Do Not Support Constitution: +3 Revolt Risk, Naples becomes Independant, +2 Aristocracy, -2 Centralization +50 dplomacy with France, Spain, and Austria
And also you could choose which Doge you wanted to elect.
WOuld be fun.
Re: OOC
I was going to ask those questions after this story is over so that i dont interupt the flow, we will discuss in length at a later time how best to set the sliders.
As for a Italy Scenario, good idea, i will talk to some of the moders here and see if they can help me out with it. Right now i have a few other nightmare projects to deal with
Thanks for the imput Daniel, now on with the show....
I was going to ask those questions after this story is over so that i dont interupt the flow, we will discuss in length at a later time how best to set the sliders.
As for a Italy Scenario, good idea, i will talk to some of the moders here and see if they can help me out with it. Right now i have a few other nightmare projects to deal with
Thanks for the imput Daniel, now on with the show....