A New World IC/AH/Open

by **The United Eastern States of Europe** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:50 pm

A New World

The year is 1492, and the great explorer Phil Mitchell has stumbled upon a vast new land on his travels. The Pope split the land between the nation who sent him, France and his homeland Britannia, whilst the European powers race for North America. In the South the great Muslim power of The Uymmad Sultanate of Al-Andalus has discovered another land, thick with jungle. With this new land, will the African continent still receive focus? Savages constantly encounter Europeans. Meanwhile, the vast and ever powerful eastern empires look east into Siberia. The Spice Islands and India are targets for the powers. With news of the riches in ancient Chinese lands and an island not far off it's very coast.

Hey, this is the first RP for which I'll be OP so I hope you all like it! This is an Alt-History nation Rp (yes, you can create your own nations) but technology has still developed the same. You will take control of a great nation. Will you be a primitive native and try to repel the European advances? Or will you be an Eastern European bent on conquering Asia? Will you form the Thirteen Colonies and form USA? The possibilities are endless. The timescale will be 1 post = 1 month.

OOC: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=338176
Map: http://imgur.com/oqFgn5g

RULES:

1. I'm OP and my word is law.

2. Don't be a b**** about losing. Losses will happen and if I think it's unfair I will intervene.

3. No short posts. Obviously when in a discussion is an exception bust other wise 6 line minimum.

4. Don't have fun, take everything seriously.

5. Disregard 4.

6. Pace yourself. Actions take time, especially if you're sending messages across the Atlantic or Pacific.

Co-Op - SECP

Rolecall:
The UES - The United Eastern States of Europe
The Britannian Empire - Arvenia
The Ottoman Empire - SECP
The Kingdom of Prussia - The New United States of The New American commonwealth
The Petty Duchy of Silesia - Prussian Vassal
The Kingdom of France - Epraria
The Mayan Empire - Greater Mobile
The Empire of Vijayanagara - Soviet Chernarus
The Kingdom of Austria - The Empire of Krystalis
The Qing Dynasty - Mangjukoia

by **The United Eastern States of Europe** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:50 pm

Tallinn, The UES

"A new world?" I asked. "Is this news true?" My foreign minister, Svana, had just given me the news.

"Indeed, your grace."

"This can't bode well. The strong will get stronger and the weak shall be conquered. Though I hate to say it, we're weak." The UES had been independent for as long as time could tell. With plans to head east through the lands of harsh winter, this new discovery would set me back in my plans to own Siberia.

"The pope has deemed the land to be split between France and Britannia." Svana added.

"I don't take orders from the pope. Apparently the Andaluscians found some more didn't they?" Svana nodded frantically. "We need to secure our position. Whom should we ally?"

"France and Britannia are still at odds, to ally with them you'd have to choose a side your grace. The muslims are strong but not well liked, you risk European relations allying them. As for Prussia, they're our neigbours. Allying them may ease border tension." Svana was smart for a woman.

"I have a better idea, send a message to Prussia but also the two muslim states."

To: Al-Andalus, The Ottomans,

The pope deems fit to deny the European fatherland it's right to the spoils of the new world. I propose our nations band together to stop the christian infidel from spreading their plague further. It is time to lay down the arms we once bore, and focus on the real enemy.

Sincerely,
King Dardan II

To: Prussia,

The French and Britannians have been deemed by your pope to be more worthy of this new world than you. Such an insult should not be taken lightly. With this their empires will only grow and leave us behind. I propose a formal alliance. Let no religious difference separate our people. Let us form an Eastern-Prussian Alliance.

Sincerely,
King Dardan II

by **The New American commonwealth** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:10 pm

Für den ruhm von Preßun!

Berlin, the Kingdom in Prussia

König Johann sat in his throne, with the black Prussian Eagle on a white banner draped behind him, when a royal servant entered his court, and bowed, and began to speak.
"My Lord, after discovey of this new world, the Pope has decided to give the British and French control over territory, and also, the Union of Eastern States has sent you a letter." the servant said. Johann sat in his throne infuriated with the pope, but also joyful with hearing he had gotten a letter. He motioned the servant to hand him the letter, and then, Johann read it. An alliance? The UES has proposed a catholic state with an alliance. Even though he was a staunch Catholic, Johann was angry at the pope, so he replied to the U.E.S ruler.

From: König Johann von Preßun
To: King Dardan II of the Union of Eastern States
I will happily join in an alliance with you, the pope may be the servant of God, but his treachory against Prussia shall not be tolerated! So, I plan on sending my navy, two Caravels, to this new world, and taking land in the name of the Kingdom of Prussia!
Regards
König Johann von Preßun

Stettin, two weeks later
The 'König' and 'Preßun' were in Stettin Harbor, laborers were loading on vital supplies such as foods, wine and beer, warm and light clothings, and, Firearms such as Matchlock rifles and two cannons, followed by 50 horses, followed by 300 soldiers and 20 naval men. They shall be sailing for the New World at dawn, hoping to bring fortune and glory, to Prussia!

by **Tyben** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:17 pm

Manden Kurufaba

One People, One Nation, One Goal

Gates of Timbuktu, Mali

The harsh rays of the sun beat down on the guard as afternoon approached, the sands of the mighty Sahara swirled against the walls of the mighty city, the only thing to keep the sands at bay. Behind him, the sounds of the market could be heard, especially so since the day was Saturday, and countless people had come to purchase things from the traders that arrived there to set up shop, among them Europeans, Arabs, and even a few Indians. The guard looked down, scanning the horizon as he did every few minutes to check for anything of interest, whether it be a caravan seeking asylum or the arrival of some distant lord wishing to seek access to the great universities that the nation's capital had to offer.

A great wave of sand passed over the horizon and then subsided, leaving in its stead the approach of 5 men on horse back, their faces covered with masks of cloth to protect themselves from the unforgiving environment of the Great Desert. The guard thought to himself how poor these men appeared to be, riding horses that appeared to be lame and wearing clothes that appeared to be little more than worn tweed, he shook his head in disgust at how he would be required to allow this poor scum into the magnificent city that he was to protect. He knew that within a few days he would be dishing their corpses out of some alley after they'd started trouble with the locals.

He sighed and prepared to open the gates to these men before he decided he would turn these men away, he opened the doors and stepped outside waiting for the mounted riders to cross the baren, open desert to him so that they could hear his ultimatum.

Addaetor looked on in interest as he and his travel companions crossed the desert towards the man who stood in an aggressive stance between him and his home, the capital city. He was curious as to why the man had to decided to speak to them rather than letting them pass, but he knew that it wouldn't be a very good reason, from the man's stance.

He chuckled to himself as 2 of his fellow riders moved into positions diagnally in front of him, trying to create a sort of barrier between him and the guard without cutting off his ability to see and speak to the man. As the distance closed, his companions began to speak to each other regarding to how best deal with the man, but as they approached, Addaetor raised his hand for them to be quiet, and they obediently obeyed his command.

"What can I do for you my friend?" Addaetor said in his deep, calm voice that boomed with a slight authority that made the guard look slightly taken aback.

Never the less, the man gave him a menacing look before replying, "I will not allow scum like you to enter this city, I have been charged to defend it and its honor and I will do whatever it takes to prevent it from being corrupted!" The man's words sounded like venom coming out and they saddened the young, mounted man's soul.

"And who charged you? Your captain? The Mansa?"

"I charged myself."

"Then I'm afraid I must tell you to step aside," Addaetor replied and he continued to ride forward at a steady pace. The sound of the man drawing his sword broke the silent tension and in response his companions drew theirs, only sheathing them once Addaetor turned around and gave them a menacing stare.

"I tell you what, if you beat me I will leave, however if I win I will enter the city unabated, agreed?"

The guard considered him for a minute, thinking to himself that this man was no soldier, he wasn't even carrying a sword, "Agreed."

He pulled himself off the hourse and sat himself on the ground and it was only at this moment that the man noticed how much larger than him he actually was, the rider was in fact a relatively small man, only standing at 5'10" and not weighing very much either. He grinned to himself thinking how he would rip this man's guts from his abdomen for all to see.

"Throw me my sword," he said, and in reply one of his companions on horseback threw him a sword the likes of which the guard had never seen, the length of it was long and curved. As he caught it out of the air, the young man removed the cloth covering his face, revealing a kind, dark face smiling at the man who had refused him entry.

The mansa drew his sword soundlessly and brandished it in a loose stance, his entire body relaxed. Then the silence was broken, the guard charged at him completely confident that he would chop this fool of a man into pieces, atleast that is what he thought. As he closed the distance, the speed of the mansa shocked him and he dropped to a knee and swung the huge blade so fast, fast enough that his opponent couldn't see it coming, into the soft, fleshy part of his abdomen chopping him in half.

He wiped the blood of his blade for returning it to his sheath and getting back on his horse, a small crowd of people murmuring at how he had just killed a man effortlessly. The man's blood pooled in front of the city's gates as his body convulsed on the ground, his sword, an Ida, laying a short distance away from him.

The great mansa, continued on his path through the crowds of the city towards his mighty palace, now a Hajji in the Islamic faith and once more the most feared man in Africa, the king of kings.

by **Greater Mobile** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 2:27 pm

The Mayan Empire

11.13.11.8.8|13 Lamat|16 Mol|G6 - January, 1492

Chichen Itza, Capital of The Mayan Empire

Chichen Itza, seat of the Katame, capital of the empire. Population: 2.5 million

Katame Teyacapan Chicmul, emperor, priest, lord of all the Mayan peoples. Three days ago, we was nothing but a b'aah ch'ok, heir to the great throne. However, the sudden death of his father has granted him the mighty seat of emporer of the Jungle. Katame Teyacapan is now God to the Mayan civilization.

He is young, ambitious, and desperate to prove himself to the nobles. He has to show them that he is indeed the new messenger of the Gods, and that he is capable of bringing the Maya into yet another Golden age. He has to prove himself worthy of the throne.

For months, the Southern tribes have been wreaking havoc along the Mayan border. Villages have been raided, militias decimated, and innocents have been enslaved. For any other ruler this would be catastrophe. For Katame Teyacapan, this was the prime opportunity to show his brute strength.

He called on the greatest Halach Uinic (general) in the Chichen Itza.

"Halach Uinic Yaotl," Katame Teyacapan's voice boomed through the throne room, "the empire will no longer suffer the constant attacks on her Southern border. You will take a force of ten thousand, and seek retribution for these egregious insults."

The general bowed and accepted his task with honor, as he began to exit the room to muster the men.

"Halach Uinic," the Katame stopped him,

"Burn them to the ground."

by **Soviet Chernarus** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 3:58 pm

Chapter 1: A Rising Nation

The Maharaja's Palace
Vijayanagara

Vijayanagara...the gleaming jewel of the Empire...with around 500,000 inhabitants, it was the second-largest city in the world, after Peking/Beijing which was the capital of the Great Qing. Even though it was grand, it was still not completely immune to foreign influence; European merchants seeking spices and other valuable commodities often ventured in Vijayanagara as well as other cities of the Empire. The constant Islamic presence imposed by the Bahmani Sultanate north of Vijayanagara had also influenced Vijayanagaran culture and architecture, even if no one was willing to admit it.

"Honored and Esteemed Maharaja...it seems our expedition in the south have been a complete success. The kingdoms have all been subjugated, and the Tamil princes of Jaffna have already declared fealty to you. It seems that the only left standing in our way is the Islamic Bahmani Sultanate. They seem to be falling apart by the seams, and their incompetent Sultan is doing nothing to help keep them together. 3 of their most important provinces have already declared independence. Bijapur seems like the more expansionist out of the newly independent states; it would do good if we were to keep a close eye on them." The advisor said respectfully to the Maharaja - meaning Great King - of Vijayanagara. He nodded, before replying.

The Maharaja nodded, stroking his chin as if in deep thought. There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke, "Even if the Bahmani Sultanate is coming apart, there is no doubt that the newly independent states will try to fight us for dominance. They will prove to be worthy enemies, no doubt. We should not underestimate them...my first order will be to withdraw our soldiers from our southern campaigns and redirect them north, where they will be able to combat any encroachments into our territory."

"And what of the European traders, who are appearing in greater numbers every month?" The advisor asked.

"We shall let them do their business for now, as they do not pose any threat to us. Trade with them benefits us and fills our treasury; it would be wise to establish relations with them." The Maharaja said wisely.

"Wise Maharaja..." The advisor started "I do not mean to be rude, but have you heard of the rumors? According to merchants from Europe, there has been a massive discovery. A New World, they call it. The leader of their religion, the "Pope" has declared it to be split between these countries called France and Brittania."

"I have heard of this...but we have more pressing matters at home to be concerned with." The Maharaja said, slowly "You are dismissed."

by **Claanyad** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 4:22 pm

Metz, the Kingdom of Lotharingia

This talk of a new world to the West was evidently going to cause a stir in every country the news reached. Lotharingia was no different. King Hans Rudolf von Lothringen-Torsberg, had found himself once again in his map room. He found himself looking upon his other maps with disdain - ones he had trusted for years, ones that his alchemists and mathematicians had taken their calculations off, could have been wrong. That there could be a land beyond the borders of the world he knew - it was a belittling feeling.

One that did not befit the King of an ancient Kingdom such as Lotharingia.

It was not long before Albrecht, the King's steward, entered the room carrying accounts and other maps.

"My Lord, I have tried my hardest to find records of such a place's existence, and I have found nothing. This so-called 'New World' is... Well, sir, as the name suggests - new. It must be very far off; we wouldn't be able to reach it with any ships we have."

Hans Rudolf kept his gaze from his bumbling steward. He kept himself cool and calculating, as befitting a King as he was. He must regain his composure and allow himself to ask questions of an educated and sophisticated nature. He cleared his throat and began.

"Do you suggest that these reports from the Britons lie?"

Even without looking, Hans Rudolf could sense the Steward's unease at this sudden development in the conversation.

"Why... No, my Lord. I merely suggest..."

"None of the flattery, Albrecht," Hans Rudolf snapped as he turned towards the steward, "I want answers. If the Britons are telling the truth, then we can, and we will go to this New World, or if they are not, then we will continue on with our mission of securing our border against Prussia. And God only knows what alliances they will be getting into thanks to that idiotic Baltic realm."

"My Lord... Even if they are telling the truth, we will need to keep the border safe. We cannot expand across the sea because we have no sea to expand from; the Prussians grow uneasy at our borders, and the French and Austrians doubly so. Even with the ambition of Charlemagne, one could not expand to this new world without defeating one of our neighbours and gaining access to the seas. It is impossible, My Lord."

This calmed Hans Rudolf's mind a bit. He became hot-headed when ambition struck him.

"Quite right, Albrecht. We must focus on the home before the distance. Tell me more of the situation elsewhere."

"The French and the British are being expansionistic as normal, while the Prussians seem to be making definite moves towards the Union of Eastern Estates. As for the Habsburgs, they remain a puzzle. No-one knows quite what they'll do."

"The French would be the most beneficial alliance for us at the moment. They have a large army, lots of land, and a passage to the New World. It would only be prudent to align with them. And if Austria doesn't rattle its chains too much, then we might have mutually beneficial alliances both sides."

"Rattling chains, my Lord?" The steward seemed more puzzled than ever. He wouldn't learn the ways of the master diplomat the way Hans Rudolf had.

"Indeed, Albrecht. The chains of one small port against that of a great power like Francia. They have no more chance than us of heading to the new world."

"Well, they have one port, sire."

"And I hope they use it well. Give my son in Trier best wishes, and I should be off."

"Yes, my Lord. Good evening."

As the King walked to his bed-chamber, he imagined what it must be like setting foot on a New World. How similar was it to the one he had grown used to? It could be insanely different for all he knew. He would just have to wait and see for himself.

To be a King, he thought to himself as he walked.

by **SECP** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 5:37 pm

Istanbul
Bayezid II sits in his throne room listening to advisers and messengers squawk over proposals and other such stuff. Finally he stands and the room go quiet.
"As you all know Mehmed II, Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, Conquer of Constantinople, and my father died last year. He expanded this mightily empire to were we now stand today and helped spread the word of Allah to those who were deprived of it. And since his death I haven't been able to further our expansion and advance the word of Allah and this is all because... I HAVE COUNTLESS 'ADVISERS' SQUAWKING IN MY EAR OVER RIDICULOUS PROPOSALS! I need something that will further advance the glory of Allah. Who ever would give me the ability to reach the height of our power will receive untold number of gold from my own storage."
Right then a young boy steps out of the crowd and hands the Sultan a letter. Bayezid reads the letter and then looks back to the boy "Guards! Take this young man into my house he will be honored, cleaned, and feed." Bayezid turns towards the crowd of on lookers
"Allah has answered my prayers for he has give onto us both of what we desire. To further his word and to crush the infidels once and for all. Call upon my greatest engineers, I have a task for them."

A day or so later
"I have called you all together today, because you are all the greatest engineers in the known world and I have a project that is the upmost importance to the empire. I will need another 20 warships by next month."

The engineers gasp and one speaks up "My lige to construct that number of warships in such little time...We need supplies,workers, and PLANS!"

"I have the plans already made out." He puts a large scroll on the table. "The supplies will be endless you will need not to worry about them and workers? HA every man, women, and child would server under the construction for it is my will and Allah's. And to help increase the output I will give each one of you 1,000 akçes for every ship built and to increase the likely hold of them staying afloat, every ship that sinks 2,000 akçes will be taken from your families."

The engineers collect themselves "We gracefully accept this task my lige. You will have you fleet by next month."

Later that day

To: The United Eastern States of Europe

We hear your call to and we will assist, but under one condition. We would like to know more about this "New World".

Singed,
Bayezid II, Sultan of the Ottoman Empire

by **Arvenia** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:48 pm

London, England, Britannian Empire
The Britannian Parliament, which now has parties instead of estates since two days ago in 1492, plans for colonization of unexplored locations such as America and Africa. With these, Britannia would be a global empire that would rule over all nations, groups and everything on Earth. Various sides makes their own decisions on the colonization plan.

Belfast, Ireland, Britannian Empire
A group of Irish rebels called the Irish Freedom Army plans for a rebellion against the Britannian Empire. Led by John McGarm, the IFA uses swords, axes, spears, maces, daggers, longbows, arqebuses, sledgehammers, crossbows, fire bottles, shields, stones, bombs and spike clubs to fight against the Britannian forces during the coming rebellion. In Belfast, a Britannian gun manufacturing factory explodes, killing 60 people working there. Eight IFA members were caught and captured by the Britannian forces. They were hanged at a tree in the town square in Belfast. The rebellion has just begun.

by **Epraria** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:23 am

Paris, Il-De-France

It seemed almost like it was to good to be true. Les Rosbifs where facing a large revolt in Ireland that would most likely tie their forces up on the Emerald Isle and that would leave their holdings in Normandy undermanned against the armies of France if it was to invade. It was a chance that was to good to let slip by and King Charles VIII, sovereign ruler of France and all her realms knew it. So when the shocking news reached the courts of Paris it was said that Charles VIII laughed for a good minute before calming down and calling his advisers and chief minister for a meeting. The Meeting would in all actuality be fairly short yet the historians of the time would make it seem as if the King and chief minister would argue for hours before agreeing on what course of action France would take in the wake of both the discovery of the new world and the outbreak of a rebellion in Ireland against Les Rosbifs.

In reality it was a short meeting. Most agreed on Charles VIII's demand for war against l'Anglais. They had for far to long held territory that threatened Paris and the stability of the realm since they had humiliated the Valois dynasty and France in 1458, yet in their arrogance they had let the Valois stabilize France and secure their power while rebuilding the power of France, they had let France grow strong again and Charles VIII declared that now was the time to strike. Therefor while the armies readied themselves he sent a message to the Irish rebel leader.

Île de Valois*

Le Île de Valois or the island of Valois as it was to be known at the time would be the first place where French settlement in the new world would be placed. The Island was discovered not long ago by the explorer Phil Mitchel who had claimed it for France, though any attempt of settlement where not made. Now with the news reaching Europe however it was pushed that an attempt at settling the island would be made. The attempt would start in full earnest in late 1491 and it was now that the four Carracks who carried an estimated 230 people (Not counting sailors and soldiers arrived on Long island. Led by Captain Maurice Chardin the settlers would lay the foundation for the city of Charlesville named in honor of King Charles on the eastern shore of the isle.

*RL Long Island.

To: John McGarm, Leader of the Irish Freedom Army.
From: Charles VIII, King and sovereign ruler of France and her realms.

Dear Mr. McGarm i have heard of your rebellion against the accursed English and i wish to help you in your effort to drive them out of the Emerald isle. France has long supported the independence of the British realms from England and therefor i wish to send you support in the form of weaponry, supplies and even direct intervention to assure Irish independence. All i want in return is alliance and the knowledge that French ships can use Irish docks in case your rebellion succeeds.

Sincerely,
Charles VIII
Le Roi de Le Royaume Française.

by **The Empire of Krystalis** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:40 am

A New World
Wien, Österreich
Receiving word from the pope himself, Emperor Maximilian I sat in his personal study perturbed. Looking over the missive, reading and rereading it, he simply could not believe it.

"Nonsense," he said. With that, he threw the missive into a bin. "I have more important matters to attend to."

Looking up from his desk, he saw a map of Europe on his study's wall. A complex tapestry laid before him. The Ottomans were on Hungary's doorstep, the Lotharingians to the west were threatening his borders, and the Prussians to the north not only threaten Austria's borders, but also its hold on the Holy Roman Empire. The French most certainly would want to take back Normandy from the English.

Thinking in silence, he said to himself, "The Prussians must be marginalized. Lotharingia can be used as my instrument in this matter. The pagans to Prussia's east must be dealt with soon after," he paused. "Then there are the Ottomans. Hungary cannot be allowed to fall."

Making up his mind, he wrote several letters to rulers across Europe as well as his underlings.

Letters

Troop Movements
Along with the letters to France, Lotharingia, and Hungary were orders to send troops to the Silesian and Venetian borders. By the month's end, many thousands of soldiers were encamped and ready for war in Treviso and not far from Ratibor. Further, orders were sent out to mobilize additional soldiers to complement the standing army.

by **Tyben** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 11:01 am

Manden Kurufaba

One People, One Nation, One Goal

The Palace of the Mighty Mansa, Timbuktu, Mali

The great palace of the richest man in the world was not a thing of beauty, in fact it was particularly ugly, like most structures in the region. However, despite this, the palace was effective at what it was for, to protect the mansa in case of some unforeseen assault on the mighty city of Timbuktu. Few if any armies in Africa and even Europe would be successful at breaching the mighty walls of the palace, something that was more a fortress from outward appearances.

The high slightly sloped walls of thick sandstone were studded with sharp metal pieces, while short in length to prevent anyone from grabbing ahold of them, they were sharp enough to cut and deter anyone from attempting. The use of ladders or even the possibility of scaling the wall by hand or with grapple was impossible, they would be massacred by the poison arrows of the emperor's guard while they cut themselves on the sharp, oiled metal spikes.

A magnificent guard defended the palace, following a strong, well-thought out rotational pattern that prevented anyone from breaching the palace without the knowledge of the guard. Armed with curved spears that were slightly similar to the pike, they knew how to defend themselves and the emperor and few would be able to beat these men in combat, they were the elite of the Mali military and all physically strong, swift, and imposing, many being far above physically average in size and strength.

The front of the mighty fortress with its high, well defended battlements was kept under lock, with four guards standing at the inside of the rather long tunnel that served as a door between the inside of the fortress and the outside, between them and the outside were 2 portcullis of European style, several kill holes, holes ran along the side of the entrance, allowing defenders to use spears to stab at any who tried to enter without the permission of the defenders.

It was because of these fortifications that there had never been a successful attempt on the life of the mighty mansa, and furthermore this was the reason why none had been able to steal from the treasury of the richest man in the world. Tons of gold had been kept by the mansa for generations and Addaetor was no exception, in fact it was likely his material wealth was more than one and a half times that of the famous Musa I, making him rich enough to purchase anything he pleased without repurcussion, if he was to give away even a tenth of his gold, he could collapse the economy of over two dozen states in north Africa, The Middle-east, and Europe.

And as it was, the mansa was not a typical man, who instead of being content to be wealthy and borgeious, wanted to expand his kingdom and invest his huge sums of money intelligently, and because of this, he had developed extensive trade connections across Africa and into the Middle-east, predominantly in the regions of Jerusalem and Istanbul, and South Europe, in the regions of Spain and southern Italy. Due to this fact, he had overwhelming influence in the circles of merchants and his interest in something was not to be taken lightly, after all he could out spend anyone in existence, and because of this when he advised his many trading partners to slow or cease their trading in the Ivory Coast region, many listened intently.

And soon after it came a shock to many that he issued an ultimatum that would severely injure the trade of many states associated with trading in west Africa, especially those that depended on the trade of ivory and gold. The ultimatum reads as follows:

Those who do not cease trading with the ignorant animist tribes of the Ivory Coast region will be penalized in their future trading with the people of Mali, a 50% tax will be issued on all goods in the possession of foreigners in the borders of Mali known to be trading with these tribes and the worst offenders who participate in these actions will be ordered to prepare before a Tribunal at the behest of the mighty Mansa Addaetor, Emperor of the Rising Sun

~Penned by Farima-Soura Ipak

"You realize this will cause much stir among the traders and Europeans," the man's deep, gravel-like voice rolled over the emperor who sat in the ornate, solid gold throne, giving him a feeling as if it was covering him, smothering him. The mansa sighed and then spoke, appearing more bored than anything, "I have plans for future conquests to the south, it has been generations since a mansa has conquered, truly conquered and if I'm to achieve a total victory over the tribes and convert them by force to Islam, I must do everything I can to cut their income and supplies, I do not need to go into battle to fight tribesmen who are rolling around cannon or against European mercenaries trying to gain favour from some chieftain or another. Besides, the immense amount of slaves we will gather once we crush and assimilate these tribes will be so profitable that the Europeans and Arabs will be thanking us after we're done with them."

The colossal figure of the Farima-Soura smiled, knowing that war was coming, something he absolutely loved, he couldn't wait to taste the blood of his enemies as he cut them into pieces from horseback, Allah would have some good sacrifices that day. He turned and began walking to have the letter copied by the scribes and sent across the Eurasian continent, soon something interesting would happen.

by **The New American commonwealth** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 11:06 am

Für den ruhm von Preßun!

Uncharted territories of the Atlantic Ocean

After Seven long months, almost half of the expediditon force of the Prussian Military has perished do to cramped conditions and disease. Most men think of mutinying when all of a sudden a man in the crow's nest yells "Lan in Sicht!" (land ho!) They all rush to the bow of the ship, where they do infact, see a mass of land. Within 30 minutes, a group of them row up to the island in longboats, where the captain plants the Prussian flag into the shore, and yelled "Ich behaupte, dieses land im namen des König von Preßun! where the soldiers cheered. Within an hour, they unload some cannon and lumber from the ships (about 10 logs) and begin constructing a makeshift settlement, after a day, they unload some food for about a year, and then, send the ships back home, to bring this news to the Royal court, in Berlin.
(This Island is St. Martin, UESE said I could find it)

by **Arvenia** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 11:58 am

Dublin, Ireland, Britannian Empire
Dublin was the HQ of the Irish Freedom Army. John McGarm hopes to create a confederation to control Ireland after independence from the Britannian Empire. He got a message from France, who were humiliated after their defeat by Britannia at the end of the Hundred Years' War.

To: France
From: IFA
Dear King of France, nice to seek help against those Britannian bastards for the humiliations we have to go through. We Irish people seeks for a free Irish Confederation, a confederation of feudal Irish lords loyal to the IFA. We hope that Normandy becomes French again and that the Britannian Empire would fall.

Sincerly, General John McGarm of the Irish Freedom Army

London, England, Britannian Empire
The Emperor of Britannia had plans for colonization of the New World. He would send 200 settlers to eastern coast of America, 400 to the mysterious Wineland and 600 to the Indies, plus 200 to Greenland. He would expand Britannia if it lost Ireland to the Irish rebels and Normandy to France, even though Britannia won the Hundred Years' War to humiliate the French people.

by **Soviet Chernarus** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 1:12 pm

Chapter 1: A Rising Nation

The Maharaja's Palace
Vijayanagara

"We must immediately begin preparing for an assault to retake Goa by force." The Maharaja ordered to his generals "Raise as many troops as you can from the nayakas. The days of the Bahmani Sultanate are numbered." With the Bahmani Sultanate on an inevitable path to fall, more states began to secede. Goa had been controlled by the Vijayanagarans and taken from the Delhi Sultanate, who had never held a firm grip on the city. It had been later taken by the Bahmani Sultanate who now, in such a vulnerable position, had begin falling apart. Bijapur, one of the stronger and more expansionist ones of the Deccan Sultanates, now controlled it. Both armies were evenly matched, but the Maharaja still hoped that the other new independent states would be too preoccupied, and be unable to pool their resources and troops together to oppose Vijayanagara. By now, the troops from the Southern campaigns had bolstered troops already in the northern part of the Empire, and now they were massing for an attack to retake Goa.

The generals nodded in understanding, before they filed out of the room. His orders had been clear: they were to immediately begin preparing for an attack on Bijapur to retake Goa. However, in order to bolster his army and its firepower the Maharaja himself would need to appeal with the European nations, who possessed firearms and cannons that would be extremely effective against their enemies. The past Rajas of the Empire had bore little interest in this technology, but that changed with the ascension of the new Raja in 1491. However, he had almost no knowledge of the European countries, and with their different cultures, languages, traditions, and religion he wasn't sure how to approach them, However, Indian spices and other goods were still very appealing for European traders and merchants; perhaps he could use that to his advantage, namely by using it to broker a deal with some of the European countries.

by **The United Eastern States of Europe** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 2:34 pm

Budapest, Hungary

Messages between Austria and Hungary taking so little time was a great bonus. It allowed the leaders to tay at the very least cordial with one another. When the king received the letter from the Maximilian, he was ecstatic.

Tallinn, The UES

I had been blaming the new discoveries for stopping my plans to my advisors, but the real block was the Muscovites. Their vast land extended to the Urals, and they constantly threatened The UES's independence. I had been trying to gain access through them to no avail. Sadly, I must focus my expansion elsewhere. The Prussians to my west are my newfound ally, probably much to the dislike of the Catholics. The alliance was more for defence than anything. The North and East are too strong so I must look south to the area of Ruthenia. Before I can though, I must appease the Otto-turks. They had named a price and I had to pay it.

by **Greater Mobile** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:54 pm

The Mayan Empire

11.13.11.9.19|5 Kawak|7 Yax|G1 - February, 1492

The Southern border of the Empire

For more than a month now, the people to the South of the mighty Empire were made to bow down at the tip of a spear. They were being repaid for their raids on Mayan villages, with a force of 10,000 Jaguar warriors.

The Southern tribes were sparsely populated, with only a few villages of less than one thousand scattered through the jungle. These villages fell one by one, their warriors defeated and their leaders sacrificed to the vengeful Mayan Gods. War had come to Mesoamerica once more.

After a month of this campaign, Katame Teyacapan decided that his vengeance had been wrought, and his prowess proved. He ordered his soldiers to occupy the areas they had forced into submission, so that they might be claimed for the mighty Mayan people.

by **The New American commonwealth** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 4:08 pm

Greater Mobile wrote:Guys, what is the exact date ICly? I asked before, but I don't think I was answered.

OoC: Febuary of 1493

by **New Granadeseret** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 4:33 pm

Palace of the Umayyad Sultans, Cordoba, Al-Andalus

The throne room of the great Moorish palace was built for many things, not the least of which was awe. The throne stood elevated, a great glass dome, framed with a thousand shards of colored glass, hanging high above and letting the light from outside stream down, causing anybody sitting in the seat to appear as though backed by a heavenly glow from any direction. The 13 layers of pillers of either side could house hundreds of petitioners: the space in the middle left open and low to make anybody standing before the seat fell low and insignificant. Marble from Sicily, woolen tapestries from the north, and all sorts of finery: most recently and noticabley, the Leonian Crown Jewels, filled the niche behind it, reminding anybody looking of the glorious power and wealth of the Empire that seat commanded. It was a room for the Sultan to be with other is... not sit alone, flipping through the water-blotted and wrinkled pages of an well-used logbook.

Part of him wondered why he was bothering with this when there was other, more pressing business to attend to: messages and troubles from the courts of Europe filtering in for him to review. West African trade troubles, border stone disputes with the Papacy, the construction of the new shipyard at the foot of the rock: a pile of documents three feet high awaited him back in the darker chambers. Yet, having just finished with the regular morning petition and deciding to leave the larger problems until after lunch... he decided he might amused this commoner by taking a look at his 'groundbreaking' discoveries....

Log of Antonio Faqih, leader of the vessels Spirit of the East and Caster of the Sapphires

First Entry: Troubles

Only by great fortune have be seemed to survive the great storm... so powerful as to cast us adrift this far from the African coast. There had been little time to weep for the souls of our lost companions: not when were finally able to take a shot of the moon... which showed we ought to be stranded in the middle of a vast nothingness; the great impassable sea between the two sides of The Great Continent. All attempts to tack ourselves back east have proved a failure: the winds and current fight directly against us, as though the earth itself seeks to send us to an early grave. My men have began to worry... whispers that this demonic, twisting wind must be a curse for our sins, as we have no choice but to continue traveling westward, hoping in vain to stumble upon a place where we might find fresh water. Perhaps it is futile... just a way to distract ourselves from our inevitable demise, but what else can we do?

Second Entry: Arrival
... I simply can not believe my eyes. How could this be; we have driven deeper and deeper into The Great Sea, far away from the coasts of Afrca: the compass, the astrolabe, the stars all say this to me. Yet, the surviving crew of both ships has come up all the decks and says the same thing: cheering and crying with joy as the sight of a great green on the horizon. At first, many were nervious... though superstitious few believing we'd perhaps reached the firmament at the ends of the earth, and the mist would swallow us into nothing. As we grew closer though, it was clear we faced a great line of trees: standing forest as far and high as the eye could see.

Men fall into each other's arms or to their knees, in pure thankfulness for their lives. It is clear to me now: Allah (May he be eternally exalted) had not abandoned us, but merely wished to test our faith. Here, there would be water to fill our barrels, certainly wood patch up our hulls, and food to sustain our weary bodies. I have directed the ship into what appears to be a natural inlet; thin stretches of seat seeming to separate a few of the landmass, directing us as close to one of these as our boats would draft, before rowing the rest of the way inland. It is good to be back on dry land once again... my men taking their fill from a small stream and setting up what camp we could on the shores. We feast on some of the fruit hanging from trees nearby , no men holding any sadness in his heart at least for this one night. I could not help, however, in feeling as though something were watching us from the shadows...

Third Entry: The First Week

Or time on these strange new islands has been some of the best in the last few months: fish, fruit, and game can be found in abundance, the weather is pleasant balmy, and thusfar the seas have been relatively calm; the days far more uniform then we might see back in Andalusia Thankfully, our instruments have survived the journey... and now stably on land the measurements of the sun and moon verify what the days seemed to have suggested: we have not been cast far to either the North or south, and alongside a count of our days our Hashin seems confident he can place us reasonably upon the map before Friday. Wood is available in abundance from the endless jungle standing before us... towering higher then any trees I have ever scene. I have sent out scouting parties into the jungles to seek out a tree suitable for pitch, only to have them return with flowers of dazzling colors, vine so long and thick we won't need any new rope, and sweet and sour fruits which defy explanation. Have we stumbled upon some sort of paradise? Could we truly be trapped here... and would that be such a bad thing? No... my wife and sons still wait for my return; certainly, this place which seems to have everything will also contain what we need.

I have taken some samples of the most amazing plants and potted them as best I could... hoping perhaps to bring them home. Seeds, at least, we have in abundance: these stumpy yellow fruits and greenish pods offer plenty. But it seems were are not alone in this place: my suspicions from our first night seem to be well-founded. My men have reported stumbling on patches of strange plants; brown and orange tubers, and hard pods of a type of bland nut, grown in neat little rows further to the south, and what appeared to be wooden huts in the distance. Though they haden't seen any men in them... this could hardly be the work of anything else. I have set us to putting up a small palisade around our main cookfire, board cutting stations, and the food stores... hopefully, we can finishing it within two weeks, in case these strange men turn out to be savages.

On Friday, Hashin finally seemed to have finished his measurements and moon-shootings... and for the first time since the great storm my heart has felt at ease in my prayers. We conducted them together, each facing just slightly north of due east in a makeshift alter thrown together from beach stones (may we be forgiven; we have not had the time or tools to make a proper place). Our voices mixed with the sound of wildlife from the jungles: screeching and growls, roars and cries of pain... but swords ever near, we do not worry. Few see to lack hope that we will return home... and I do believe tonight will one of the most blissful sleep.

Entry 4: First Contact

The strange men came within sight of our half-finished wall at dawn... at least partially. They kept very close to the tree line... armed with spears and arrows but clearly not too aggressive, watching use curiously from the edge of their vision. There seemed to be about a dozen we could see, skin like burnished copper and covered only by red and blue markings, hair a dark and ragged black. Some men whispered, fearing they might be children of the Ifreet sent to harass us... but after showing no signs of being anything more then mortal men, three of my men decided to go forward; keeping their knives in their belts and trying to wave the strangers over; though clearly they didn't understand a word we spoke to them. That was not enough to coax them out, leaving us further in the dark of their intentions for a few hour more when we began to roast the morning's catch. The scent of roasting fish-flesh seemed to pull them in... and when Mahmed finally brought forward a few choice specimens in a peace offering, we were finally able to draw them to the fire, seemingly convincing them we meant no harm.

Not being versed in eachother's tounges, of course, we were only able to communicate through the most basic pantomimes and expressions. They did not stay for long that day... barely finishing their meal and taking them to exam one of our knives and sets of cloths with a strange wonder before they vanished back into the trees. And, though they did not apporch, we did notice their sight constantly moving back to our ships... clearly intimidated by their size. Upon getting a closer look at their weapons, they appeared to be made of nothing more then stone or bone, wood, and lash... nothing we would need fear.

The next day they returned... though in larger numbers, this time a few of their women tagging along... though we were forced to divert our eyes from their indecency. Each day, it seemed the same: around a dozen of them would show up around midday, we would offer them food and conduct what crude information-gathering we could, and they would gawk and paw at whatever tool or thing we had out, as though never seeing something as simple as a makeshift pull before. Over time, they started coming with gifts of their own: more of the tubbers and nuts, wooden carvings, a brownish herb that tasted foul and smelled worse when lit, or sets of colorful feathers. These I stored in the hull with the rest of our goods... things I would return home for study. From what I've gathered by those who seem to recognize and remain comfortable with us, the color of their markings seems to indict what group they are from; yellow-marked men from one village, red from another... yet whatever they were speaking ended up sounding roughly the same. Perhaps, in time, we could learn to fully communicate with them: a few of the men have even attempted to exchange a few words by pointing at objects or pantomiming actions, but meaningful conversation is still a long way off.

For months, this continued... our search for pitch still ending in bitter failure. My scouts have discovered, though, that this land is indeed an island; and other landmasses seem to be present to the north, west, south, and south-east. The natives do seem to have some kind of small vessel capable of traveling these waters... though we have only seen them from a distance, not daring to follow them back to their villages at this point. Visitors from the villages are growing more and more frequent... occasionally parties from more then one arriving at the same time, and they are remaining here longer. A few will even remain here for an entire day... seemingly eager to see the goods we'd intended to trade among the Africans, to learn more about them and to teach my men whateven it is they're struggling to learn. Slowly, we're picking up their technique for spear fishing, learning what plants are safe to eat, and other tricks they have learned form their lives hear... making the food and supply situation easier. Hashin has even started to record all our lessons and findings in one of our last remaining bound books... hopefully, this will survive the journey. On a less-positive note, some of the younger and less virtuous men have been... enticed by the immodest women, even going so far as to give them gifts from our stores of trade goods. I've had to start placing guards in our stockade to insure they don't all go missing.

About a dozen of our crew has died since the landing from a variety of factors. A few seemed to have caught some kind of damp... the illness eating away at their lungs and us without the medicines to heal them. Others have been lost to the jungle, and the bodies never found: what had killed them, we will never know. Yet, we are no closer to finding the pitch we need... even as our little camp grows into what I can't help calling more of an actual settlement.

Entry 5: مدينة الوظيفة

Nine months have passed since our arrival in this strange place, and I am finding myself less and less capable of merely seeing it as a camp. Clearly, word of our presence has spread, and beneath our palisade walls, long since expanded to house all of my crew, and under the shadow of our sails small camps have gathered almost permanently. The natives have come from places we do not know exist, bringing with them their goods in their dug-out tree trunks, the raiding we have seen on many occasions outside our territory quickly dissolving within. Perhaps these people have come to see our camp and it's outskirts as a 'neutral zone': where the rule and whims of their village elders do not apply; I have become able to manage very basic conversation with our more frequent visitors with a combination of words and hand motions, but hardly enough for something as complicated as that.

We have learned much our time here: how to make the wood and plant huts so common among the tribal villages, how to grow some of the local crops (Considering we have yet to find what we need to get home, and we have our basic building covered, we do now have several men tending to some small fields), many of the medicinal herbs, how to pull water from the vines of the trees... an even how to build a small fleet of the local 'canoes' for fishing further out. Or scouts have covered the whole shoreline of the island, and are beginning to chart the outlines and features of the surrounding ones... stumbling upon at a dozen more native settlements who seem to have at least heart rumors of us. Not that I can blame them: we must appear as alien to them as they do to us; larger, lighter skin, and wielding skills and items they've never seen before. There is almost a degree of reverence and deference too it... despite their violence, they are certainly a generous and open-minded people. Perhaps they are just victims of isolation from the outside world, stuck on this chain of islands in the middle of the vast emptiness.

Despite being stuck with them... I can not help but feel somewhat blessed by the unexpected plenty we have found ourselves in. Truly, Allah (The Eternally merciful) has rewarded us for our steadfast devotion and dedication in his moment of testing us, just as he did to his faithful servant Job so long ago, bringing us to something so resembling paradise. Yes... that is what I shall call this place: Job's City. For it is here where we have both been tested, and where those who have been tested long enough will finally be rewarded.

Hopefully, that reward shall soon include a way to bring their plight back to our home

Entry 6: The First Return

Our hopes and prayers have been answered! In the market around out small city, I discovered the most wonderful thing; a sap being cooked into a flexable, watertight ball! It was like a dream come true, watching a pair of native men; one slowly dripping the sap onto a stick over his fire, the other slowly turning it to cook away the moisture, watching the water they poured to cool it down just slide off. On the spot, I traded the bolt of cloth I'd been carrying for the ball, running to the sea like a man possessed and dropping it in... sure enough, the material floated, the salt water not sticking or soaking in in the slightest. My heart leaped out of my chest as I sent for one of my men: any of them who had spent much time dealing with their chieftains over the last year and half, or had taken a deep liking to their women and studied hard to learn their language to so they could speak to their new loves, eager to converse with the pair who'd been selling the strange sap. According to them, it could be found in a certain type of tree, deep in the jungle, after which I asked them if there were others who knew where and how to get it. Many seemed eager once I offered full trade from out stock of goods: metal tools, cloths, strange instruments, paper: things they (or the Africans they'd been intended for), couldn't find elsewhere. For six moons I waited... my mood towards these people growing... no longer protesting and offering my full blessing as my men started bringing their local ladies to the mosque... sons who had no hope with their wealth and duties as poor sailors of finding good wives at home suddenly having their chance and, once the language barrier was broken, making connections, for their weddings. Slowly, the resin started to trickle in... being applied to the cracks in our ships just as fast as it was arriving, the old things finally ready to be seaborn again, until just over two years after our arrival: when both finally were prepared to head off.

Of course, not all of my men wanted to return: some of the more virtuous thought it was their duty to learn more about the natives and convert them from their ignorant ways to the Faith, while those who had taken local wives would not abandon their duties as husband to care for them... nore do the unthinkable of taking that many women on a ship. Perhaps 40 or so remained behind to tend to our new community: raising the flag of Andalusia as we sailed off... keeping careful markings of where we would return to with the message of our journey. We dumped out the goods we'd taken for trade: useless for our return journey to Cadiz, replacing them instead with supplies and local goods: even a few animals to gift to the sultan's menagerie, as proof of what we would speak of in our journey to the Westernmost Isles; which Hashin had taken to calling the "New Balears" In his notes and labels upon the map. Yet, even at the promise of all the glory and wealth that was sure to come... all I dream of is seeing my wife and children again, and hearing the sounds of the home country.

...

It was also so... fantastic. Certainly a better and more realistic tale then what usually made it's way through the pleasure dens and coffee houses of the southern port cities: where tails of mermaids and men with monkey tales could be found weekly. But it remained an absurdity... at least for the time being. "Is this all the proof this Captain intends to present for his case?" He questioned one of the nearby servants, his face clearly showing he was unimpressed.

"No, your Highness..." the servent was quick to answer, glancing at the wide entrance door. "He has offered the contents of his hull as a gift to you... the treasures he's thusfar gotten from this land." Two guards stood at the side of the door... the animal sounds from behind getting apparent the moment it was cracked open, a number of men carrying or pushing in several large cages and baskets, holding samples of every unique object. There was a rodent probably twenty times larger then the average rat, a small feline that he first assumed to be a tiger... but it was too small, the pattern on the fur something he haden't seen before. These plants: all the colors and strange shapes, the snake that stood at the length of five men... clearly, these were not things he had ever seen... and he was one of the few men who could have delicacies from any corner of the world if he so chose. He even reached down into one of the baskets, seeing a root with orange flesh and taking a bite... as sweet, sweet bite. The skeptical look seemed to fade, as the evidence piled up before him.

"And the Chief Keeper of the Menagerie and Royal Gardens..." He began, looking at director of the men who'd escourted the goods in... only to have the man take two slips of paper from his pocket and present them to the Sultan: each baring the well-crafted seal of these two chief servants attesting to the fact they'd seen none of these plants or animals before.

"Bring me this man Antonio and this... Hashin." He said, after taking a glance back at the proper pages. "Let them know he shall have my full backing for another expedition to these islands... if he needs five ships, or ten ships, we will supply them and any learned men he needs. Just have him come before me with his requests... and see to it they are charted and claimed before anybody else can steal them from beneath us."

by **Claanyad** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 6:44 pm

Hans-Rudolf deemed that it would not be too long before his assistance was required by another power. However, with his planning and thinking, never did he imagine that Austria would be the one to do it first. Reading the letter from the Habsburg Emperor, he could feel both pride and duty. Pride since he was receiving a letter from the Emperor - which one does not do every day. Duty because of the circumstances - to push back the Prussian forces would be both an arduous task and an honourable one. Not to mention the possibility of disregarding Lotharingian expansion into its former and rightful territory. He sent for his royal Calligrapher, and commanded him to write.

From King Hans-Rudolf von Lothringen-Torsberg, rightful King of the Throne of Lotharingia,
To Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I, King and Elector of Bohemia, Archduke of Austria, Duke and Elector of Bavaria,

We thank you for this honour which you have bestowed upon us, in allowing us to ally with yourself. We shall indeed ally with you against the threat of Prussia. It is in our mutual interest to do so, and I believe that many good things can come of this.
For the acceptance and agreement upon our former lands, we thank you also. Our rightful claim is sure, and we thank you for accepting this.
We remain your loyal allies,
Hans-Rudolf von Lothringen-Torsberg

by **Tyben** » Sun Apr 19, 2015 7:40 pm

Manden Kurufaba

One People, One Nation, One Goal

Army of the the Sankar-Zouma, Southern Mali

The thirty thousand men of his army stood before him, the smell of meat mixing with the scent of burning wood and the faint wiff of the latrines in the distance. The army had been commanded by the mansa to move, however instead of re-adjusting themselves along the Niger River, the army was to penetrate the dense, African jungle of the Ivory Coast and eliminate threats to the mansa's claim on the region, something that would be a relatively easy but time consuming task for the army.

While the Mali army had become more professional over the past few centuries, the tribal warfare of the coast remained constant, with the tribes decimating each other and fighting over trade with the Europeans while the empire to their north consolidated its power after the conquests of centuries past. There would be little the tribes could do to stop the elite, by African standards, army from rolling over their encampments and enslaving the men, women, and children of the half a dozen tribes in the region. the only difficult task would be finding the tribes among the dense jungle and brush of the region, something that would take but a few months to do.

If necessary, the Sankar-Zouma would have his army slash and burn through the jungle to achieve their end game, nothing would stop the will of the emperor, not even if it meant the destruction of entire cultures in the name of the greater good, the good of the Malian people.

Ipa drew his Ida from its soft leather sheath and sat the blade down, examining it for knicks, before placing the blade back in its sheath running horizontally on his lower back. He stepped out from the door of the small sandstone tower to look out at how his troops had begun preparing for the invasion, looking out as they chopped away the trees that ran along the mighty Niger to gather wood to construct more flat boats to go along with the superior, leather-covered canoes that would be used for river raiding and reconaissance.

Ipa hated this sort of warfare but he knew it was necessary to ensure the trade dominance of the nation. The natives would be forced into bondage before being sold to the highest bidding Europeans, probably sent to some plantation or villa in southern Europe, barring the leaders who would be killed and the women who would become the property of the mansa after being tamed. The ivory yielding elephants in the region would become the property of the emperor and the vast forests would be converted into large cocoa and palm tree plantations to be distributed at low price to the populace, such was the way that the mansa strengthened his position.

Ipa joked to himself how once the region had been conquered, his position in the military would become redundant, instead of serving as the defender of the south from invasion he would become responsible solely with defending the country's new coastline from European slavers and privateers. He sighed, his time for retired would soon be upon him and this tiny campaign would be the crowning jewel in it, something that he would be remembered greatly for, despite not actually doing much.

The officer headed through the camp, through the chatter of veteran soldiers, past the foul latrines to the river, pulling himself from the shores of Mali into a small canoe that he would share with an officer as they made their way down river and into one of the hundreds of tributaries and creeks into the heart of wild country, the African jungle.

by **Arvenia** » Mon Apr 20, 2015 6:52 am

Atlantic Ocean
1800 settlers from Britannia are now sent to each location, 200 settlers to eastern America, 200 settlers to Greenland, 400 settlers to the Caribbean Sea and 600 settlers to Wineland. The settlers are hoped to create relations with the natives living in those locations. The Britannian Empire would conquer them then.

Cork, Ireland, Britannian Empire
An army of 260 IFA troops fights against 400 Britannian troops at Cork, making it the first battle of the so-called "Irish War of Freedom", aka "Irish Rebellion", "Irish-Britannian War", and "John McGarm's Rebellion". The IFA killed 200 troops, while Britannian Army killed 80 Irish rebels.

Cardiff, Wales, Britannian Empire
Male students and female students from Cardiff Academy, a military academy in the capital of Wales, are holding an exercise with archery, swordfighting, sprinting and horse-riding.

London, England, Britannian Empire
With the Irish rebellion having begun, Emperor Henry VII thinks that the Irishmen could have a chance of winning the war due to their support from France and the Holy Roman Empire. He decided to form alliance with some states, but he need to know about their relations with France and HRE in order to get help from them against the IFA.

by **Epraria** » Mon Apr 20, 2015 7:29 am

Northern France

The start of the second Franco-Britannian war came not with a bang but the sound of thousands upon thousands of men marching to wars for their king and the Honneur of La France. The invasion's first wave numbering a total of 65,000 men with the rest in reserve in three different armies in effort to launch an attack on three fronts while the Britannians where still busy with their rebellion in Ireland. The first army led by Richard D'Armagnac marched towards Caen while a second army led by Remy D'Aubigny while the third and largest force led by Charles VIII himself marched towards Amiens to after taking the city going north towards Calais. At the start of the conflict French armies where well motivated and ready to fight for their king, new was as well the fact that Charles VIII had commissioned his army many arquebusiers and cannons to try and further advance the French numerical advantage over the Britannians. Before the invasion started two letters where sent, one to the king of England and the second one to the Holy Roman Emperor.

Ile de Valois

The colony of Charlesville was growing yet the colony would for most of the period be a minor and unimportant part of the larger French kingdom and the most noteworthy to happen in the region for a long time would be the explorer Matthieu De Verley journey together with his crew as they explored the region around the Island. The journey of Matthieu would start as he arrived in Charlesville in august 1493 where he resupplied and then went on to sail west along the Islands coast, he discovered by the end of the month a Peninsula that had a small strait between itself and the Island that the French colony lied. The lenape people that Matthieu encountered on the Island would also be the source for the future name of the island Manhattan as it was taken from their language meaning. "land of many hills.". The first contact between the Lenape and Matthieu would come as his ship sailed the narrow watters of the east river as they sailed with canoe to his ship, the meeting was welcoming and after some trade which would be the start of the fur trading of the French colonies latter on Matthiue continued on his journey.

From King Charles De Valois, King of France and the Franks, Duke of Brittany, Duke of Aquitaine,
To King Henry VII, wretched King of England and oppressor of realms

From Cathay to the new world everyone has heard of your despicable crimes and low character. You are the subject of Greek tragedies and your long oppression of the Irish people and the French of Normandy had gone on for far to long. For that i Charles VIII of House Valois formally declare war on you. May our armies clash on the fields of battle and let god decide the winner and who is the most righteous.

Signed,
Charles VIII
Le Roi de Le Royaume Française.

From King Charles De Valois, King of France and the Franks, Duke of Brittany, Duke of Aquitaine,
To Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I, King and Elector of Bohemia, Archduke of Austria, Duke and Elector of Bavaria,

Dear Emperor Maximiliam I,

The entirety of France and her people thanks you for this offer and i will have to accept this offer of assistance against the wretched English. In return of this offer i will indeed share what France knows of the new way and i will do my best to stay neutral in case of an internal conflict inside of the Holy Roman Empire. May this be the start of greater things for both our realms.

Sincerely,
Charles VIII
Le Roi de Le Royaume Française.

troop movement
Move in total 65,000 men in three armies into Normandy. first one moves towards Caen, second one towards Rouen and the third one led by Charles VIII himself towards Amiens->Calais.

*Long Island sound.

by **Arvenia** » Mon Apr 20, 2015 7:46 am

Epraria wrote:Northern France

The start of the second Franco-Britannian war came not with a bang but the sound of thousands upon thousands of men marching to wars for their king and the Honneur of La France. The invasion's first wave numbering a total of 65,000 men with the rest in reserve in three different armies in effort to launch an attack on three fronts while the Britannians where still busy with their rebellion in Ireland. The first army led by Richard D'Armagnac marched towards Caen while a second army led by Remy D'Aubigny while the third and largest force led by Charles VIII himself marched towards Amiens to after taking the city going north towards Calais. At the start of the conflict French armies where well motivated and ready to fight for their king, new was as well the fact that Charles VIII had commissioned his army many arquebusiers and cannons to try and further advance the French numerical advantage over the Britannians. Before the invasion started two letters where sent, one to the king of England and the second one to the Holy Roman Emperor.

Ile de Valois

The colony of Charlesville was growing yet the colony would for most of the period be a minor and unimportant part of the larger French kingdom and the most noteworthy to happen in the region for a long time would be the explorer Matthieu De Verley journey together with his crew as they explored the region around the Island. The journey of Matthieu would start as he arrived in Charlesville in august 1493 where he resupplied and then went on to sail west along the Islands coast, he discovered by the end of the month a Peninsula that had a small strait between itself and the Island that the French colony lied. The lenape people that Matthieu encountered on the Island would also be the source for the future name of the island Manhattan as it was taken from their language meaning. "land of many hills.". The first contact between the Lenape and Matthieu would come as his ship sailed the narrow watters of the east river as they sailed with canoe to his ship, the meeting was welcoming and after some trade which would be the start of the fur trading of the French colonies latter on Matthiue continued on his journey.

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From King Charles De Valois, King of France and the Franks, Duke of Brittany, Duke of Aquitaine,
To King Henry VII, wretched King of England and oppressor of realms

From Cathay to the new world everyone has heard of your despicable crimes and low character. You are the subject of Greek tragedies and your long oppression of the Irish people and the French of Normandy had gone on for far to long. For that i Charles VIII of House Valois formally declare war on you. May our armies clash on the fields of battle and let god decide the winner and who is the most righteous.

Signed,
Charles VIII
Le Roi de Le Royaume Française.

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From King Charles De Valois, King of France and the Franks, Duke of Brittany, Duke of Aquitaine,
To Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I, King and Elector of Bohemia, Archduke of Austria, Duke and Elector of Bavaria,

Dear Emperor Maximiliam I,

The entirety of France and her people thanks you for this offer and i will have to accept this offer of assistance against the wretched English. In return of this offer i will indeed share what France knows of the new way and i will do my best to stay neutral in case of an internal conflict inside of the Holy Roman Empire. May this be the start of greater things for both our realms.

Sincerely,
Charles VIII
Le Roi de Le Royaume Française.

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Move in total 65,000 men in three armies into Normandy. first one moves towards Caen, second one towards Rouen and the third one led by Charles VIII himself towards Amiens->Calais.
Armée De Richard: 14,000 infantry, 4,000 cavalry, 34 cannons
Armée De remy: 16,000 infantry, 5,500 cavalry, 53 cannons
Armée Royale: 20,000 infantry, 5,500, 65 cannons.

*Long Island sound.

London, England, Britannian Empire
Emperor Henry VII saw that the Frenchmen called him King of England, even England is still part of Britannia since 400 AD, when the Britannians drove out Romans out of their territories.

To: France
From: Britannia
Dear King of France, I am King of England, but I am actually Emperor of Britannia. Stop calling me King Henry VII, call me Emperor Henry VII. Why are you so obsessed with controlling Normandy and the Channel Islands?

Sincerly, Emperor Henry VII of Britannia

Dublin, Ireland, Britannian Empire
The IFA was successful in seeking help from all Irish feudal houses to take over Dublin from 600 Britannian soldiers. With that, the IFA would soon create the Irish Confederation or simply Ireland.

by **SECP** » Mon Apr 20, 2015 8:48 am

Istanbul
A man dressed in armor approaches Bayezid II and then drops to one knee.
"Sir, your fleet is constructed and the army is ready to march. What are your next orders sir?

"Ready the reverses and send them to meet the main bulk. I will also ready my own army."

"Your own army sir?"

"Call apon the Janissaries... Tell them to meet Vlorë where the fleet now rests, but prepare to march on my orders when I give them."

"Yes sir!"
The man then rises and exits the room.

Later that day

To:Al-Andalus

Brother now is time to strike the infidels. Will you allow me to land my forces in Naples where I can launch an attack on Rome, and once Rome falls so will Catholic religion an Islam will rise in it's place. By next year Rome will belong to us.

Signed,
Bayezid II

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