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mad general- We're about to see who ends up as King, so I'm not sure I want to tell you if you're right just yet 
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English Patriot- Haha to be honest, so would I... But Alejandro has never been noted for his ambition!
Cinéad- We're about to see...
gis- Well a Serrano monarchy isn't quite ruled out just yet! Again, we'll have to wait and see...
TheExecuter- I think we're seeing, again, Alejandro's ability to work under his own steam when he's faced by an urgent situation. When the storm's about to break he tends to do rather well (as he did in 1836).
What happens to him next is vitally important to the entire course of the Civil War- this section's not over yet!
robou- Spoken like a true monarchist! Things are about to get very complicated, which is, of course, all part of Diego's masterplan!
Jhovozhymeh- You've definitely hit on something important with Carlos, but his claim could be dismissed in the fact that Alejandro was only nominated, and never accepted- he never had the chance to name an heir.
canonized- Thanks! And that's certainly not the end of Javier's influence...
Caligo- I do think, to be honest, that Alejandro has plenty of grounds to refuse (though plenty to accept as well). As for Elena putting pressure on him- that's about to come. It's not over yet!
billy bob- Thanks! And yep, here she comes...
Andreios- Well the pressure on Alejandro to take the crown is still coming, so we're not out of the woods yet! I do think there are some parallels you can make between this and 1836- Alejandro certainly reacts well under fire! But I really don't want to say too much about what's going to happen next, because we're about to find out!
PrawnStar- I thought about that while I wrote it, but a crown was too big to fit in the box!
alex- You're raising a whole lot of important questions there! Suffice it to say that the Dons, naturally, do not present a united front; that Alejandro's fate will be an element of the grand strategy of both sides; and that the Republicans will take a very peculiar view of Alejandro...
Mettermrck- Haha that would be more typical of him! But give the man some credit, it's the first time he's expressed any independent will in quite a while now...
jeffg006- Thanks!
dunklerwald- Well, Alejandro's never given much indication of having all that much ambition. When the crown is offered to him, he sees all the terrible things it stands for and would entail, rather than the power and the glory which someone like Tibalto would be attracted by...
Jimbo- Viva Alejandro indeed! Whatever side he chooses!
To all- The number of comments continues to delight me! I'd like to update tonight or tomorrow, but it may prove impossible due to time pressure... We shall see...
...English Patriot- Haha to be honest, so would I... But Alejandro has never been noted for his ambition!
Cinéad- We're about to see...
gis- Well a Serrano monarchy isn't quite ruled out just yet! Again, we'll have to wait and see...
TheExecuter- I think we're seeing, again, Alejandro's ability to work under his own steam when he's faced by an urgent situation. When the storm's about to break he tends to do rather well (as he did in 1836).
What happens to him next is vitally important to the entire course of the Civil War- this section's not over yet!
robou- Spoken like a true monarchist
! Things are about to get very complicated, which is, of course, all part of Diego's masterplan!Jhovozhymeh- You've definitely hit on something important with Carlos, but his claim could be dismissed in the fact that Alejandro was only nominated, and never accepted- he never had the chance to name an heir.
canonized- Thanks! And that's certainly not the end of Javier's influence...
Caligo- I do think, to be honest, that Alejandro has plenty of grounds to refuse (though plenty to accept as well). As for Elena putting pressure on him- that's about to come. It's not over yet!
billy bob- Thanks! And yep, here she comes...
Andreios- Well the pressure on Alejandro to take the crown is still coming, so we're not out of the woods yet! I do think there are some parallels you can make between this and 1836- Alejandro certainly reacts well under fire! But I really don't want to say too much about what's going to happen next, because we're about to find out!
PrawnStar- I thought about that while I wrote it, but a crown was too big to fit in the box!
alex- You're raising a whole lot of important questions there! Suffice it to say that the Dons, naturally, do not present a united front; that Alejandro's fate will be an element of the grand strategy of both sides; and that the Republicans will take a very peculiar view of Alejandro...
Mettermrck- Haha that would be more typical of him! But give the man some credit, it's the first time he's expressed any independent will in quite a while now...
jeffg006- Thanks!
dunklerwald- Well, Alejandro's never given much indication of having all that much ambition. When the crown is offered to him, he sees all the terrible things it stands for and would entail, rather than the power and the glory which someone like Tibalto would be attracted by...
Jimbo- Viva Alejandro indeed! Whatever side he chooses
!To all- The number of comments continues to delight me! I'd like to update tonight or tomorrow, but it may prove impossible due to time pressure... We shall see...
To Our Freelance Emperor
I do anticipate what will come next,
and trust in your improving skills to make
another chapter of this wondrous text
by which we all, your readers, can partake.
Yes, you have come so far and high, my friend
that though discouraged you were at the start,
A worthy off'ring you, indeed, have penned
that duels the mind and moves a feeling heart!
These handsome words that flow within your lines;
This golden prose that sings in golden state;
This dialogue that scintillates and shines;
All add such worth that we must humbly wait.
But yet this does not make complete my list;
For best of all is this: mein freund, du bist.
I do anticipate what will come next,
and trust in your improving skills to make
another chapter of this wondrous text
by which we all, your readers, can partake.
Yes, you have come so far and high, my friend
that though discouraged you were at the start,
A worthy off'ring you, indeed, have penned
that duels the mind and moves a feeling heart!
These handsome words that flow within your lines;
This golden prose that sings in golden state;
This dialogue that scintillates and shines;
All add such worth that we must humbly wait.
But yet this does not make complete my list;
For best of all is this: mein freund, du bist.
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How exactly does one fight a sonnet invasion? What couplets make the most appropriate shield and sword?
I... can't... control....
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
rough winds do shake the darling buds of may
and summer's...
*Continues to struggle against the iambic powers of pentameter*
But seriously, an applause for Canonized - that stuff is tough to write!
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
rough winds do shake the darling buds of may
and summer's...
*Continues to struggle against the iambic powers of pentameter*
But seriously, an applause for Canonized - that stuff is tough to write!
Mettermrck said:Poetry is spreading!
to be or not to be that is the question, about the spread of poetry!!11 :rofl:
Heavens, poetry !
I am honoured indeed!
So honoured that I believe you ought to have an update...
!I am honoured indeed!
So honoured that I believe you ought to have an update...
What We Deserve
Rancho Bernardo, San Diego County, California, December 5th 1860
For an eternal moment, silence thundered in the ears of every man present. Diego, his face inscrutable, continued to proffer the signet-ring with outstretched hand. Then, in a sudden deluge of voices, the calm was shattered.
Carlos shouted desperate advice at his father, Tibalto swore loudly at him, Don Rafael attempted to make himself heard, a man sitting near Alejandro whom he had never seen before demanded that he be taken out and shot. Only Diego, who still stared on blankly, as well as General Romulus Jones, said nothing. Finally, with a loud crack, the former restored order by slamming down the lid of the box from which the ring had been produced. All eyes turned to Don Diego.
“Alejandro,” he said slowly, “think carefully about what you do. Twenty-four years ago you were faced with a similar decision, and you joined with your natural peers and took the right course. You are faced with the same question again. Granted the company may be a little different,” his eyes strayed for a second to Santa Anna, “but your position is the same. This is where you belong, brother.”
Alejandro shook his head slowly, taking a few steps back towards the door. “No.” He said firmly. “No. Because twenty-four years ago, I was misinformed. And when I learned the truth, I knew the right course to take. I have just heard your truth, Diego, and it is not a truth I want any part in. Caballeros, I advise you all, as strongly as I can, against this course of action. I beg you to step back from the brink-”
“The moment for stepping back was past long ago, coward!” Snarled Tibalto. “Now either do your duty, or shoot yourself and save us the trouble!”
Alejandro stared at him for a moment, into the eyes of his brother-in-law that were blazing back into his with passionate hate. “I will do my duty.” He replied, and before anyone in the room could speak, he had turned, wrenched open the door, gone out and thrown it shut behind him.
Uproar again.
“Pursue him!” Howled Tibalto.
“Don’t let him escape!” Shouted de Chamot.
“Execute the traitor!” Added another man.
“Gentlemen!” Called out a voice that was recognisably not Californian. To the amazement of the Dons present, Romulus Jones had spoken out of turn. “Gentlemen.” He said again, taking advantage of the moment’s quiet. “Is this really how you wish to begin the tale of your Kingdom in history? With the murder of a celebrated and honoured man? In the presence of his own son? I entreat you all to let him go- it will aid your cause more by lending it dignity than the murder of this solitary general would achieve!”
There was a pause; the Dons were considering Jones’ words. Finally one found a response.
“Oh, shut up, Negro!” Shouted Tibalto. “What gives you the right to lecture us on morality?” He turned to the other Dons. “Well? Get after him and shoot him!”
“No!” The voice, to the apparent surprise of everyone present and Tibalto more than most, was Diego’s. “We brought Don Alejandro here to make him a proposal. He has rejected. It would the height of dishonour to kill him in consequence.” Immediately dissenting voices rose up, but Diego quelled them. “That will do, caballeros! Do you not think we were prepared for this contingency? It was never considered certain that Alejandro would join our cause! I propose a thirty minute recess of our meeting, after which point we shall return here and resume where we left off, without Don Alejandro.”
Reluctantly, the Dons agreed, and began slowly to move away from the table- stepping out of the room for a drink or a breath of fresh air. Tibalto, however, went straight to Diego.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, in an angry whisper. “He will get away! Is that what you want?”
Diego smiled. “I have told you so many times, Tibalto, just to trust me. I would have thought you would be able to achieve that at the very least…” He walked casually around the other, heading for the door, before turning briefly back. “Besides,” he added, “what are you complaining about, Your Majesty?”
Alejandro strode back out of the front door, through which he had entered just a few moments before. It could not have been that short of a time ago- a period that felt like days, even weeks. His horse still stood, patiently waiting on the grass lawn, where he had left it. He approached it rapidly. It had taken less than three hours to get here, it would take less than three hours to return if he hurried. And speed was of the essence. He looked at his pocket-watch. Five past five. He would be back at Miramar by eight.
Though the voice that hailed him seemed to suggest that he would never return there. “Alejandro?” It called from behind him, and he stopped dead on the lawn. It was Elena. “Where are you going, my love?” The words were spoken as though they came from some teenage girl luring a boy to her, not from a wife to her husband.
Alejandro turned around slowly. “There is some devilry afoot in California, my darling.” He said urgently. “I must return to Miramar and galvanise the defences of the Republic!”
Elena reached him, and reached out a hand to stroke his chest as she always did. “Must you really, Sandro? I was so hoping you would stay here!”
“This is a question of more than just you and I, Elena!”
“I know that.” She snapped, her voice suddenly cold. “All the more reason why you must stay.”
“I don’t understand…” Alejandro stuttered.
“I take it you have already spoken to Diego and the others, in which case I take it you have tried to refuse their offer. Fortunately, it is not too late to change your mind.”
“I have no intention of changing my mind!”
“Oh?” She queried. “I believe, as you so rightly just said, that this is about more than just your preference Alejandro. This is about us, and about our family, and our entire country! This is about the fate of California! The Republic has no future, Alejandro, it has been tried and found wanting. Do you mean to tell me that you will not support your own interests? You will not defend your natural home?”
“This is not a question of interests!” He protested. “It is a question of what is right and what is wrong, and this plan of Diego’s is wrong!”
“Sandro,” she began, trying to regain control of the situation, but he cut her off.
“Some things, Elena, are always right, and some things are always wrong! And these are the things a man must stand and fight for, when right, and stand and fight against when wrong. There is no other option!” He turned, pulling himself out of her tender hold, and began to walk away.
“Alejandro!” She called. He kept walking. Breaking into a run, she caught up with him, tugging on his arm to make him stop. “Alejandro, your family are here! And your friends, and your children!” She looked up demandingly into his face, and saw even in the gathering darkness that it was streaked with tears even as he pulled himself free of her again. “Alejandro, everything you love is here!”
He had reached his horse, trying not to look at her. “Do you think-” he began, but broke off as the urge to cry overwhelmed the ability to speak. He took a deep breath, and tried again. “Do you think I do not know that?”
“Then why…” To her own surprise, Elena found herself equally unable to finish her sentence. A tear was running down her cheek.
“Because,” said Alejandro, barely louder than a whisper as he prepared to lift himself into the saddle, “because some things are always wrong, my love.” He hauled himself up onto the horse’s back, once more pulling free of his wife’s hand. His own hands were shaking. Indeed, he could feel his entire body shaking. He was sure even his horse could feel it because it shifted uncomfortably beneath him. “Farewell, my love.” He said, his voice now nothing more than a choking sob. “Take care of our children. Take care of Carlos.”
Elena looked up at him in disbelief. Disbelief that he was leaving, disbelief at her own tears. “Si.” She whispered. “Then do what you will…” Alejandro reined his horse around and spurred it on. With a sudden jerk it started off into the night. “Come back to me…” She called noiselessly, and then stood staring after him, as though believing a change of heart to be imminent. None came.
A twig cracked loudly on the perfect lawn behind her. Taking a deep, swift breath to regain her composure, she turned around. Diego was standing silently, his eyes fixed on her.
“Has he gone?” He asked softly.
“He has.” She whispered, raising a hand to her eye as if to force away her treacherous tears.
“You didn’t really expect him to stay, did you? To agree?” Elena looked away, stared at the ground. Anything but give an answer to that question. “Well,” continued Diego, business-like again, “it’s done now. Fortunately, we have our contingency plans.” She looked up at him now- an invitation to speak on. He approached her eagerly. “Tibalto has taken up the offer. We will proceed as arranged. Our time is at hand! We shall have what we deserve!”
Elena shook her head silently, as though trying to avoid taking in what had happened. “And what do you deserve, Don Diego?”
He smiled a twisted smile. “Respect!” In his voice, the word lost its goodness and honour, lost indeed its own respect. It became a weapon.
“Respect, Don Diego?” She queried. He was directly in front of her now, so close he could feel her breath. He reached out a hand and touched her cheek, awkwardly.
“Respect, Elena. And those other things which I deserve.” His fingers curled slowly, tracing the surface of her skin.
She lifted a hand lightly, and gently prised his own away, slowly twisting it back down to his side. Her mouth was inches from his own. “That, Don Diego, is something which you shall never have.” Abruptly, she stepped away from him and around, striding back towards the house. “I had better go and congratulate my brother!” She called back loudly. “Apparently he’s going to be a king!”
Rancho Bernardo, San Diego County, California, December 5th 1860
For an eternal moment, silence thundered in the ears of every man present. Diego, his face inscrutable, continued to proffer the signet-ring with outstretched hand. Then, in a sudden deluge of voices, the calm was shattered.
Carlos shouted desperate advice at his father, Tibalto swore loudly at him, Don Rafael attempted to make himself heard, a man sitting near Alejandro whom he had never seen before demanded that he be taken out and shot. Only Diego, who still stared on blankly, as well as General Romulus Jones, said nothing. Finally, with a loud crack, the former restored order by slamming down the lid of the box from which the ring had been produced. All eyes turned to Don Diego.
“Alejandro,” he said slowly, “think carefully about what you do. Twenty-four years ago you were faced with a similar decision, and you joined with your natural peers and took the right course. You are faced with the same question again. Granted the company may be a little different,” his eyes strayed for a second to Santa Anna, “but your position is the same. This is where you belong, brother.”
Alejandro shook his head slowly, taking a few steps back towards the door. “No.” He said firmly. “No. Because twenty-four years ago, I was misinformed. And when I learned the truth, I knew the right course to take. I have just heard your truth, Diego, and it is not a truth I want any part in. Caballeros, I advise you all, as strongly as I can, against this course of action. I beg you to step back from the brink-”
“The moment for stepping back was past long ago, coward!” Snarled Tibalto. “Now either do your duty, or shoot yourself and save us the trouble!”
Alejandro stared at him for a moment, into the eyes of his brother-in-law that were blazing back into his with passionate hate. “I will do my duty.” He replied, and before anyone in the room could speak, he had turned, wrenched open the door, gone out and thrown it shut behind him.
Uproar again.
“Pursue him!” Howled Tibalto.
“Don’t let him escape!” Shouted de Chamot.
“Execute the traitor!” Added another man.
“Gentlemen!” Called out a voice that was recognisably not Californian. To the amazement of the Dons present, Romulus Jones had spoken out of turn. “Gentlemen.” He said again, taking advantage of the moment’s quiet. “Is this really how you wish to begin the tale of your Kingdom in history? With the murder of a celebrated and honoured man? In the presence of his own son? I entreat you all to let him go- it will aid your cause more by lending it dignity than the murder of this solitary general would achieve!”
There was a pause; the Dons were considering Jones’ words. Finally one found a response.
“Oh, shut up, Negro!” Shouted Tibalto. “What gives you the right to lecture us on morality?” He turned to the other Dons. “Well? Get after him and shoot him!”
“No!” The voice, to the apparent surprise of everyone present and Tibalto more than most, was Diego’s. “We brought Don Alejandro here to make him a proposal. He has rejected. It would the height of dishonour to kill him in consequence.” Immediately dissenting voices rose up, but Diego quelled them. “That will do, caballeros! Do you not think we were prepared for this contingency? It was never considered certain that Alejandro would join our cause! I propose a thirty minute recess of our meeting, after which point we shall return here and resume where we left off, without Don Alejandro.”
Reluctantly, the Dons agreed, and began slowly to move away from the table- stepping out of the room for a drink or a breath of fresh air. Tibalto, however, went straight to Diego.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, in an angry whisper. “He will get away! Is that what you want?”
Diego smiled. “I have told you so many times, Tibalto, just to trust me. I would have thought you would be able to achieve that at the very least…” He walked casually around the other, heading for the door, before turning briefly back. “Besides,” he added, “what are you complaining about, Your Majesty?”
***************
Alejandro strode back out of the front door, through which he had entered just a few moments before. It could not have been that short of a time ago- a period that felt like days, even weeks. His horse still stood, patiently waiting on the grass lawn, where he had left it. He approached it rapidly. It had taken less than three hours to get here, it would take less than three hours to return if he hurried. And speed was of the essence. He looked at his pocket-watch. Five past five. He would be back at Miramar by eight.
Though the voice that hailed him seemed to suggest that he would never return there. “Alejandro?” It called from behind him, and he stopped dead on the lawn. It was Elena. “Where are you going, my love?” The words were spoken as though they came from some teenage girl luring a boy to her, not from a wife to her husband.
Alejandro turned around slowly. “There is some devilry afoot in California, my darling.” He said urgently. “I must return to Miramar and galvanise the defences of the Republic!”
Elena reached him, and reached out a hand to stroke his chest as she always did. “Must you really, Sandro? I was so hoping you would stay here!”
“This is a question of more than just you and I, Elena!”
“I know that.” She snapped, her voice suddenly cold. “All the more reason why you must stay.”
“I don’t understand…” Alejandro stuttered.
“I take it you have already spoken to Diego and the others, in which case I take it you have tried to refuse their offer. Fortunately, it is not too late to change your mind.”
“I have no intention of changing my mind!”
“Oh?” She queried. “I believe, as you so rightly just said, that this is about more than just your preference Alejandro. This is about us, and about our family, and our entire country! This is about the fate of California! The Republic has no future, Alejandro, it has been tried and found wanting. Do you mean to tell me that you will not support your own interests? You will not defend your natural home?”
“This is not a question of interests!” He protested. “It is a question of what is right and what is wrong, and this plan of Diego’s is wrong!”
“Sandro,” she began, trying to regain control of the situation, but he cut her off.
“Some things, Elena, are always right, and some things are always wrong! And these are the things a man must stand and fight for, when right, and stand and fight against when wrong. There is no other option!” He turned, pulling himself out of her tender hold, and began to walk away.
“Alejandro!” She called. He kept walking. Breaking into a run, she caught up with him, tugging on his arm to make him stop. “Alejandro, your family are here! And your friends, and your children!” She looked up demandingly into his face, and saw even in the gathering darkness that it was streaked with tears even as he pulled himself free of her again. “Alejandro, everything you love is here!”
He had reached his horse, trying not to look at her. “Do you think-” he began, but broke off as the urge to cry overwhelmed the ability to speak. He took a deep breath, and tried again. “Do you think I do not know that?”
“Then why…” To her own surprise, Elena found herself equally unable to finish her sentence. A tear was running down her cheek.
“Because,” said Alejandro, barely louder than a whisper as he prepared to lift himself into the saddle, “because some things are always wrong, my love.” He hauled himself up onto the horse’s back, once more pulling free of his wife’s hand. His own hands were shaking. Indeed, he could feel his entire body shaking. He was sure even his horse could feel it because it shifted uncomfortably beneath him. “Farewell, my love.” He said, his voice now nothing more than a choking sob. “Take care of our children. Take care of Carlos.”
Elena looked up at him in disbelief. Disbelief that he was leaving, disbelief at her own tears. “Si.” She whispered. “Then do what you will…” Alejandro reined his horse around and spurred it on. With a sudden jerk it started off into the night. “Come back to me…” She called noiselessly, and then stood staring after him, as though believing a change of heart to be imminent. None came.
A twig cracked loudly on the perfect lawn behind her. Taking a deep, swift breath to regain her composure, she turned around. Diego was standing silently, his eyes fixed on her.
“Has he gone?” He asked softly.
“He has.” She whispered, raising a hand to her eye as if to force away her treacherous tears.
“You didn’t really expect him to stay, did you? To agree?” Elena looked away, stared at the ground. Anything but give an answer to that question. “Well,” continued Diego, business-like again, “it’s done now. Fortunately, we have our contingency plans.” She looked up at him now- an invitation to speak on. He approached her eagerly. “Tibalto has taken up the offer. We will proceed as arranged. Our time is at hand! We shall have what we deserve!”
Elena shook her head silently, as though trying to avoid taking in what had happened. “And what do you deserve, Don Diego?”
He smiled a twisted smile. “Respect!” In his voice, the word lost its goodness and honour, lost indeed its own respect. It became a weapon.
“Respect, Don Diego?” She queried. He was directly in front of her now, so close he could feel her breath. He reached out a hand and touched her cheek, awkwardly.
“Respect, Elena. And those other things which I deserve.” His fingers curled slowly, tracing the surface of her skin.
She lifted a hand lightly, and gently prised his own away, slowly twisting it back down to his side. Her mouth was inches from his own. “That, Don Diego, is something which you shall never have.” Abruptly, she stepped away from him and around, striding back towards the house. “I had better go and congratulate my brother!” She called back loudly. “Apparently he’s going to be a king!”
HOLY SHIT! The man does have cojones! This completely suprised me, but I do expect they are going to eat their own words when Alejandro defeats them in battle and then goes into a 1 on 2 duel against Diego and Tibalto, killing Diego but being killed by either Tibalto or Carlos.
But it was masterful writing that portrayed this situation greatly.
But it was masterful writing that portrayed this situation greatly.
Ahh , the virtuous man . Principles and absolute truths . He is a model of what a good catholic boy should be doing at this tumultuous time . Like in so many times and in so many places , the man of virtue is a character very lonely .
Maybe Alejandro will become a saint. The Saint of California, with the Del Serraro cross as Californian, but I still clench to the hope that there will be a Alejandro House ruling California (and NOT Tibalto)
Wow, the true character of men is revealed when they are under fire. To Alejandro for following his own conscience! I wonder whether or not he is alone in his opposition to the formation of a Kingdom of California... So this is what Elena loves so much in Alejandro, that passionate fire that so easily runs over anyone in his way... Now to see how the Republicans see Alejandro!
DerKaiser said:
<voice of Gimli>YESSS!!!</voice of Gimli>
Alejandro's priorities are in the right place...something we have de la Vega to thank. Poor Elena, she played her hand and lost...one wonders what her next play will be.
Keep it up sir!
TheExecuter
He could've gotten the crown and the girl! Two reasons he's let me down. Hopefully this other Majesty in the post will have better potential.
Under normal circumstances, I would wholeheartedly agree with you, but as I recall, Tibalto has connections to the French monarchy, and we all know how well that turned out. <_<robou said:Thats was one hell of an update! He is an idiot, never go against the monarchy
DerKaiser, you could seriously publish this, I've read no small amount of shockingly bad published books in my time, and this is great.
Personally, despite being a Monarchist, I think that in the New World, away from the constraints of the Old, monarchy can be successfully disposed of. Here's hoping the Republic, warts and all, fights off the Dons.
A little melodramatic, but considering the characters involved, I guess it had to be.
I figured we would eventually see Alejandro assert himself during the crisis. You don't build up a chronic wimp like that without either turning him into a lion or pushing him off a cliff.
Plotwise, I have no idea if even Alejandro will be able to defend the Repubic, although no movement led by Tibalto can be successful in the long run. We've seen the forces amassed on the side of the monarchy. Will there be a similar gathering of forces for the Republic now, or is it too late?
I figured we would eventually see Alejandro assert himself during the crisis. You don't build up a chronic wimp like that without either turning him into a lion or pushing him off a cliff.
Plotwise, I have no idea if even Alejandro will be able to defend the Repubic, although no movement led by Tibalto can be successful in the long run. We've seen the forces amassed on the side of the monarchy. Will there be a similar gathering of forces for the Republic now, or is it too late?
YES! Fantastic! At last Alejandro defeats the weapon of mass distraction! I knew the old and decisive del Serrano would return one day. Now we have to see how he will defend the Republic...
Will Lindemann and Poll accept the help of a Don? Even if he is a famous one.
By the way! Maybe this Lindemann is related to Linderman from Heroes! Maybe this is all part of his plan to save the world through war and death etc xP It COULD be!
Will Lindemann and Poll accept the help of a Don? Even if he is a famous one.
By the way! Maybe this Lindemann is related to Linderman from Heroes! Maybe this is all part of his plan to save the world through war and death etc xP It COULD be!