Krios was dying, how a titan could die he did not know and he felt betrayed by it. But he still had some strength left and so he called forth the last remnants of his gift and threw his spirit to the sands of time and space, to find a new leader for Sibir, someone with onmipotent power and wisedom.
Until he realized he had no magic left and so he chose a man with blind chance and teleported him to the glorious capital of Orsk as his flame left him, he had done all he can for his people and had given them at least a chance at survival. His body collapsed in upon itself as the countryside shook with the sheer energy of his passing.
I awoke disorientated in a lavishly appointed room, my clothes were as I remembered but they were the only thing that was. The sky was bluer and more cloudless than i remebered and it was awfully hot but with a feirce wind blowing from the plains outside. I tried to remember what had happened but all I could remember was kneeling before the Queen Victoria and receiving my knighthood for my gallant services in the Boer War. But this wa not Buckingham palace- hell it wasn't even England from the looks of things.
A small tanned and quick eyed little man was watching him apprehensively, he started speaking quickly in a strange foreign tongue. I was of course fluent in the languages of all the major countries of the world, even Mandarin and Japanese- stupid asians they had to have a different alpahabet didn't they?
This was vaguey remininscent of Russian, what with their strange language and completely different alphabet. I poked him a few times till he started speaking again and made "slower" motions with my hands- hmm I could understand it-just
"My mighty lord and master I am at your slightest command..." he then broke up as he started babbling about his unworthyness and so on. Very dull listening I can tell you. I managed to question him after he had run out of breath and started to suffocate on his pleas for mercy.
" so where am I? and who the hell are you and what language are you mangling?"
he was delightfully unifromative, difficult to say straight facts while hitting your head on the stone floor as a gesture of subservience I guess. I could gleam from him that we were in the citadel of Allah in the steppes of Russia in the nation of Sibir. Now as a true english gentleman I had a superb grasp of Geography and History and I knew that the nation of Sibir had not existed for over 300 years and the land it once occupied was under the rule of the autocratic Czars of russia. So I had 3 options 1) I was part of a trick with an unknown purpose ( probably threatening Queen and country though) 2) I had gone back in time or 3) Some powerful being had dragged me into an alternate reality. I had also found out that it was approximately 1700 years snce the death of Christ (well he talked about Allah actually, but being ignorant peasents I will assume that you don't know the Moslem years) so this left either options 1) or 3) and so I then proceded under the impression that I was in fact in an alternate universe as this would present the most difficulties, if it was a feeble joke then he was only playing along anyway.
And so my rule of the Sibirians began, they were far behind any semblance of civilization so I set about teaching them proper British conduct and honour, this bore fruit nearly immediately as we reached a stage I will call infrastructure 0.6 (1.0 being the lowest any decent man would tolerate). I held a formal banquet at my court in the wastelands of siberia-not great directions since most of it is wasteland. However my invitation to the foreign dignitaries proved most enlightening. The Austrian and Russian ones refused to show up at all, this combined with the large numbers of Russian spies crossing my border made me lay aside my trust in humanity and I began to build up defences along the Ukraine.
My conversations with the Mughal titan and the Omanese Titan were very helpful and I assured them that Sibirian expansion had been completed and that we should remain on friendly terms to keep control of Asia and Africa for the glory of Allah (I myself am a confirmed atheist but sometimes appearances must be maintained).
Ireland sent 3 different ambassadors which rather confused me, however all of them were too drunk on our vodka brewed from sheeps goat that they didn't notice-damn drunken Irish, look what they got into without British rule.
After exchanging pleasentries with the rest of that bunch of pseudo-gods (and the French king who acts like a one) I talked to the venetian doge who was most helpful and offered a rather nice cigar case and so we got along famously.
However my intutiton had not failed me on the Russian front and they did indeed declare war on my barbarian country with their allies Austria. Now after ascending the throne I of course implemented a lot of reforms especially in the Army and we were now the equal of any other power in technology-and of course we had one major advantage the hordes of drunken sheep farming cannon fodder. However despite my training the armies had to pull back from Bulgaria and the Ukraine to narrow the front for the Russian and austrians and allow my reserve troops time to march to the front. The war progressed reasonably well for me and my armies as we penetrated deep into Russia during the spring and summer and managed to pull back before General Winter set in, learned that from old Bonesy's attack on Moscow. However this required pinpoint commanding on my part as Russian after Russian army was annhilated thanks to careful manuervering by myself-war of manourver is actually something that the remnants of the horde can do rather well, good luck trying to make them march in ranks though, there is always one fellow who wants to be different-when I send that man into Russian cannon fire the rest of the battalion usually does what I tell them though. With my attention distracted Austria had basically free rein throughout the Balkans, this was halted by the bravery of the Doge of Italy who made a flanking attack on the Austrian capital and allowed me and my Greek Mercenaries to recapture the territory in the Hungarian mountains.
The war had raged on for 4 years and the Russian leader had been killed by a shot from one of my crack sniper teams-ungentlemanly I know but he was an immortal blood-drinking Titan so normal rules do not apply. However he merely rose back a year later, some outdated concept of bravery influenced him to keep leading his cavarly charges which was to have consquences later.
However by this time Russia were being pushed back to Moscow itself and its armies were being sustematically crushed each spring. So in the May of 1745 I lead an army to take Moscow and finally crush the Russian will to fight, we fought outside Vilna with both armies of roughly the same size, however my training in the war of manouvre had seen to it that I had substanial reonforcements coming in from the East and South. Although the heavily entrenched Russians held out in the village for over a week I managed to get the Russian titan to coming on another wild charge on to my "weakened" troops, who had just been reinforced by the newly arrived troops.
It was a massacre, the tired and hungry russian troops fought hard but the slaying of their mighty titan by a peasent with a musket was a killing blow that caused a wave of panic and tramblings that allowed our cavarly to utterly annihilate the Russian Grand Army, the way to Moscow is open and beyond that is the city of St. Petersburg...
Well that was a long AAR, can I have a +1 fire bonus for my general? as it took so much effort and their is now a logical reason for it
