The Memoirs of Tsar Peter I: The Twenty Years War, 1677-1700
My half-brother Fedor had grand plans for the empire. We would establish great colonies in Africa, India, and southeast Asia, and from there expand to dominate the entire Eastern Hemisphere. To that end, our country was focused upon turning Cochin, Da Lat, and Namaqua into full cities and giving them a small garrison. He fully expected war with France in the future, and we needed to be in position to steal the French colonies in India.
War with France came sooner than he had expected, not that he was around to see it. February of 1682 saw twin crises strike our fair land. First, Fedor- always sickly and weak of body, if not of mind- passed away of a sudden illness. The Duma came alive again with intrigue, for my father Alexis had left three heirs to choose from. From his first wife, Sophia and Ivan; from his second wife, myself. The traditionalists in the Duma felt that the Tsardom should pass naturally to the next oldest male heir, which was unfortunately Ivan- a drooling lunatic given to picking his nose in public. And that was on his good days. Others in the Duma felt that I, as the sane male heir, should be the next upon the throne; however, being but a ten-year old boy, they worried about who would truly reign for the next eight years. In the end, it was decided that, as a compromise between the two family lines, Sophia would reign as Regent until I reached an age of majority.
The second crisis was the sudden declaration of war upon France. They had suffered a great deal in the intervening years, having given Milan to Venice, Cornwall back to England, and having once again lost Savoy to rebels and forcefully retaken it. Seeing a window of opportunity, the Austrians declared war upon France, with their real objective being to hit France's allies- Thuringen, Brandenburg, and Wurtemburg. Needless to say, as Austria's ally, we were expected to join in the declaration, and Sophia was more than happy to do so. But she did not realize what she was getting our country into.
Perhaps I am a biased source, given my relationship with Sophia; but the successes we received over the next few years were due to Feodor's planning, not any abilities of hers. She quite frankly preferred to host balls and celebrate her reign- while bribing the boyars and her personal guards so as to make sure that my reign never came. I was lucky enough to have a good friend in the Captain of the Kremlin Guard- Yuri Lefort- and thus was able to avoid (or at least survive) the several assassination attempts against me over the next eight years.
In any case- the war. Feodor had raised a small army in Cochin, which immediately set about occupying the French colonies in India and burning the trading posts we could find. Meanwhile, General Gordon was sent through Austria at the head of sixty thousand men with a view to seiging the French province of Helvetia. The French would never simply give up their colonies- we would need to draw some blood upon the Continent before they would give in.
Our activities in India were short and simple- the French possessions were undefended, save a small fort in Madurai which was quickly breached. The march upon Helvetia took much longer- it was not until autumn of '82 that we arrived and began the seige. Many in the Kremlin felt the attack was a disaster waiting to happen- we were now at the front lines, waiting for the French to counterattack rather than hiding behind Austria in this war- but Fedor had known it would be the only way to force France to relinquish their Indian colonies- especially the Trading Center of Madruai. Thankfully, Sophia never faltered from her brother's plans- perhaps she held him in high esteem (certainly, higher esteem than she did me); or, perhaps she worried that she would be unable to come up with ideas of her own.
In any case, Fedor's plans proved themselves worthy. The French managed to gather an army of 100,000 men and throw them upon our seige force at Helvetia, but strong Russian men and good Russian guns threw them back with no great loss on our side. While the French licked their wounds, we managed to break the walls and win our seige of Helvetia. But still the French would not hear of giving up Madurai, the source of their riches in the East. We then sent Gordon north to Baden, in the hopes of wringing more pain out of the French.
But the French decided to place a seige upon Helvetia and try and win back their losses, and we were in a hard place- their army was larger and easily breaking the walls we had hastily rebuilt; were we to drive them away from Helvetia, we would lose our gains in Baden. Thankfully, God continued to smile down upon our great land, and in December of '83 Savoy yet again declared its independence of France. The seige of Helvetia was abandoned so that the troops could move against Savoy. While Savoy was quickly annexed again by the French, they had given us an extra six months to finish the seige of Baden.
Perhaps with the taking of Baden, we should have continued to fight against the French and push for the rest of their Indian colonies; but in early May, the Indian nation of Mysore declared war upon us- bringing in their allies of Portugal and Sweden. Suddenly, Gordon's army and our Southern Indian army were needed urgently elsewhere, and we signed a hasty peace with the French- taking Madurai and 250 ducats as our due. This left Madras still in French hands, but that would have to wait for another war. Of course, even as we were leaving, others were joining- before the year 1684 was out, France would find itself at war not only with Austria but with the Venetian Alliance (containing England, Netherlands, Prussia, Hyperabad, Navarra, and the Iriquois) and the Genoan Alliance (containing Spain, Lorraine, the Papal State, and Poland). Eventually, Austria would annex Thuringen and take Helvetia from France, while Spain would take Jyliand and Bearn from France and Genoa would gain Meath.
As for our fighting- the war in the north went quickly. Whatever fire in the belly the Swedes had shown fifty years previous was long gone, broken by the superior guns and tactics we possessed. Livonia and Finnland quickly fell, and under the leadership of the brilliant General Cheremetv, we pushed into Sweden proper and brought the war to their homes. On September 1st of 1685, the Swedes offered us Livonia and Finnland for peace, and we gladly accepted- now, all of Finnland was ours, and the long sought reunification of the Russian lands was complete.
But in the south, things did not progress well at all. We were able to quickly burn the Portugese colonies on the west of India, but our progress in the seige of the Mysore lands was slow, when there was progress at all. We did not have enough guns, and our ability to produce them in our small colonies in southern India was pitiful at best. To make matters worse, in mid-August of 1685 the Mughals declared war upon us again, and our reserves in Persia had to be thrown against them instead of Mysore.
But slow progress is still progress. In March of 1687- after constant calling of volunteers throughout Persia and southern India- we managed to conquer the last Mysore stronghold, and annexed them. The surviving armies of the Mysore were put under Russian command and thankfully were only too happy to move to fight their old Mughal enemies in the north.
When I arrived at the age of majority in 1689, the situation in India was dim, at best. The Mughal armies had been easily swept aside, but their provinces were heavily fortified, and we were making little progress against them. To make matters worse, the seven years of constant warfare was taking its toll upon our populace and our economy. Particularly hurt were the Persian merchants who had once made a thriving trade with the Mughals, and their anger directed itself into wave after wave of rebellion in the south. The reinforcements we had gathered with the thought of supporting the Mughal war were quickly diverted to breaking these rebels.
As if matters were not bad enough, Sophia seemed uninterested in sharing the crown. She schemed and plotted behind my back, and I do not doubt the the rebellions we soon faced in Tula and Kurland were her doing. But our northern troops were still relatively strong, and the uprisings were put down without much trouble.
The question I then faced was simple. We had made some gains against the Mughals; should we press further for conquest, or take what we had gotten and call it enough? To press for more war was to continue to inflame our southern provinces into rebellion; but to call for peace now seemed to me to simply set the stage for a future war we might not be as prepared for. I called for as many volunteers as I could in the areas, sent my good friend Lefort to the south to take command, and busied myself in reforms of the state, hoping that by removing the corrupt and inefficient old practices, we could mollify the south. While many praised my efforts, rebellion in the south continued unabated. [OOC: Good Government RE, +1 stab, 1000 in trade and infrastructure]
Our war against the Mughals was slowly ending, but the vultures in Europe saw us as a weak state about to fall due to the major uprisings we were seeing. In April of 1690, Turkey declared war upon us; in June, Denmark followed suit. Thankfully, Austria remained our steadfast ally and joined us in both wars.
Our response was rapid. Cheremetev was called from his fight against the rebels in Finnland to go forth and attack the Danes; and Fedor's plans against the Turks were put into full action. Our small armies in South Africa found little resistance to their attacks into Table and their burning of the Turkish trading posts in the southeast. Our armies in Armenia and Azerbadjan quickly moved to seige Trabon, Kurdistan and Tabriz, and Gordon's army began the move into Bujak. We had hoped to put pressure upon Iraq, but our Persian armies were far, far too busy trying to put down the near-constant rebellions the Muslims were making in the south.
By 1691, I was quite tired of Sophia's attempts to remove me, but I was not yet strong enough to simply declare her removed. And while she had no qualms about having me killed, I knew that to kill her would unleash anger across the Empire- anger that was already in great quantity due to nine years of war. Instead, I struck at her supporters- three boyars were found guilty of minor (and mostly trumped-up) crimes, and their estates were liquidated and turned over to me [OOC: Random Event, Nobles 'donate' 200 ducats to the treasury].
The money was quickly put to raising more troops in Finland, Persia, and India, both to fuel our wars and to crush the unrest. We needed the wars to end, and end soon.
June saw some respite, quickly followed by dangers- Denmark offered Jamtland for peace, and we accepted; but Turkey gave Austria Wallachia and 250 ducats for peace, and we feared the Turkish armies would be quickly headed east against us. And still the seige of the Mughal lands continued with little gains.
1692 saw the war seesaw again. With our sieges of Kurdistan and Tabriz finished, and seeing Turkish reinforcements in the distance, we settled the war with Turkey in a peace, with us gaining Trabov, 250 ducats, but most importantly, the South African province of Table, thus unifying our holdings in Southern Africa. But Spain (with its allies Lorraine, Genoa, Poland, and the Papal States) declared war upon us. Thankfully, Austria once again proved itself to be our faithful ally.
The war with Spain was a misery. We easily marched in and took Memel from them, and expected that to be the end of it- but then Spain dropped 10,000 men in Leone, then another 10,000 in Da Lat, quickly overwhelming the small garrisons there. It took nearly a year to gather the boats together to send another garrison to retake the lands once the Spanish moved on, and even then the Spanish were unwilling to concede a draw. Thus, in June of '93 we paid the damned Spaniards 250 ducats for a peace, just to keep them from harassing our colonies. We just kept reminding ourselves we were giving them the money Turkey had paid us to go away.
Winter of '93 saw things deteriorate even more. Riots continued at full pace in Persia, and our small armies there were rushed from one front to the next to destroy the Muslim uprisings. Then our holdings in Mysore went up in flames, as some distant relatives of the old rulers attempted to restart their empire by overthrowing *us*. As if that was not enough, Bohemia declared war upon Austria, and we were compelled to join them after all they had gone through sticking with us, and then the last independent Indian state- Hyperabad, with its single province and a 90,000 man army- declared war upon us, shortly followed by France and Sweden declaring war *again* upon us.
The French could not truly be fought. We had designs to send Gordon out again to hit Baden and perhaps demand the last French holdings in India, but we did not have enough troops in India to spare for taking the French provinces, and Gordon was too busy putting down rebellions in Catholic Tula (I must admit, I give thanks every day that my ancestors drove the Muslims out of the Crimea, for if they had not my rebellion troubles would have been even worse) to wander all the way through Austria again. To top it off, France landed 40,000 men in Leone, easily overrunning our 5,000 man garrison there. We could not send nearly enough troops up that way, and we knew that our South African holdings would be the next target, and so in September of '94 we gave up Leone to France in exchange for peace. It was with great sadness that I did this; it was the first loss of Russian territory since Ivan III had overthrown the Mongols two hundred years before. But the French were too strong, and we were far too distracted by other wars.
Thankfully, General Cheremetev still had his bag of tricks, and even our exhausted and decimated armies in the north were able to push back the Swedes and eventually sack the Swedish captial. And in India, the Hyperabadians went straight for the south, and ended up at war with the rebels attempting to re-establish Mysore, leaving Lefort able to make the last push against the Mughals. On June 4th of 1695, Sweden gave us 57 ducats, Lapland, and Vasterboten for peace; on July 23rd, the Mughals were annexed and LeFort turned south. The Hyperbadians were no match for our guns; what few survived the fights with the rebels were quickly dispatched, and their forts were small potatoes compared to those of the Mughals. On July 10th of 1696, we recaptured the last province that the Hyperbadians had taken from us, and officially annexed them.
But our troubles were not over. Or, at least mine. Our peace with France had emboldened Sophia, and she decided that the time was right for a final strike. She publicly denounced me for having given up land to the French, and called for a general uprising to oust me and place her solely upon the throne [OOC: Wave of Obscurantism, +3 rebellion].
I had many arguments to counter her. Again, my proven ability to administrate the country had become the talk of Europe, and a great many monarch were traveling to Russia to study my methods [OOC: Good Government, +1 Stability, 1000 in trade, 1000 in infrastructure]; she had never been known as such. Yes, I had given up control of Leone. However, we had set up two other trading posts in the west of Africa as a replacement, and while I had lost one colony, I had gained one in South Africa and nearly the entirety of India- not to mention expanding our Persian holdings and doubled our Scandanavian possessions. And with the quick payment of 250 ducats to Bohemia for a peace, we were finally at a full peace for the first time in 14 years.
But of all my arguments, I preferred steel the best. With peace on all fronts, our armies were quickly marched to destroy the rebels in every place they could be found. It would take three years before the last of them were removed, but by 1700 all thoughts of rebellion had been driven from the people's heads. Especially the head of Sophia- when she was caught attempting to assemble an army in Kurland, my loyal soldiers tortured her to such an extent that when she was finally presented to me, she was a gibbering idiot. For her own safety, I had her locked away in one of the palace towers, then had the tower sealed off. 'Tis a shame she starved to death so quickly- her screams of terror and pain actually helped me sleep better at night.
But even as the rebellions were being crushed, we were not completely out of the forest. Turkey, the fools, decided that Sophia's call to arms was a sign that our government was falling, and declared war against us again.
Before, we had been tied down by rebellions throughout Persia. This time, our armies were mostly free, if a bit run-down. But even run-down armies were strong enough to ride roughshod over Turkey's ally Iraq and over the undefended forts in the Turkish east. And we had a special surprise for Turkey this time- a small fleet was assembled in Hormuz, and we ferried a few soldiers over to the island of Socotra- a nice little waypoint for journeys around Africa, or a launching point for other over-sea invasions. By the end of 1698, Iraq gave us Hamad, Basrah, and 49 ducats for peace, while Turkey gave up Socotra, Tabriz, and 174 ducats to avoid further abuse. Austria would keep fighting, and in September of '99 gain 250 ducats and Kosovo for its troubles.
Came then a full year of peace, and we knew that the war was truly over. As if in honor of that, a new Center of Trade was opened in Transhei- right in our African colony. My thoughts turned towards the future, and an assurance of the dominance of Russia...