(Open) IC 1870 REAL-WORLD RP

by **Seljuq Kyiv** » Sun Feb 09, 2014 2:02 am

KINGDOM OF EGYPT AND THE SUDAN
19 JANUARY 1875

To King Gole Kozma Danga,

H.M. King Ismail and the royal house of Kavalali are pleased to hear of your good news. H.H Tusun Danga has personally sent his most cordial regards to his lord father High Prince Lazo; H.H Hasan and H.H Elisaveta promise to bring their scion H.H Ibrahim, 2, to Korçe when they visit this summer.

As to the question of the matter, our plenipotentiaries shall bring this up in discussions with the Kingdom of France, the natural defender of Catholic interests. And as for the latter, your request shall be presented before H.M King Ismail when it is convenient. May the cordial ties we share continue to strengthen in the near future.

Signed,
Muhammad Sharif Pasha, acting Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan.

To the Russian Empire,

It may be recalled that, five years ago, a representative of the Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan expressed an interest in discussing the state of the Ottoman Empire with the Russian Chancellor Prince Alexander Gorchakov. Our Government remains willing to take this matter up in St. Petersburg at a convenient date if the feeling is mutual.

Signed,
Muhammad Sharif Pasha, acting Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan

To the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Kingdom of France

The Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan and its predecessors have long been great friends of the French monarchy, and the actions of warmongering warlords has torn an unfortunate rift in our relations. His Majesty King Ismail remains horrified at the harsh terms established upon the capitulation of the Third Republic, and sees the dawning of this new year as an opportunity to undo the unjust damage.

As the legitimate representative of the Egyptian diplomatic mission here in Paris, I would like to request an audience with His Majesty King Philippe VII for the purpose of renegotiating the severe Treaty of Versailles ratified just five years ago.

Signed,
Boutros Ghali, Egyptian ambassador to the Kingdom of France

To Kniaz Milan Obrenovic of Serbia
Encryption: High

Our allies in the Kingdom of Albania have carried word of the Serbian plight under the Turkish yoke. His Majesty King Ismail, however, foresees a brighter future for an independent Serbia and is determined to have this premonition fulfilled. We hereby offer a secret alliance alongside the sale of 800 Remington Rolling Block rifles and seven Krupp guns.

Signed,
Muhammad Sharif Pasha, acting Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan.

by **Of the Quendi** » Sun Feb 09, 2014 3:35 am

The City of Saint Petersburg
Saint Petersburg Governorate
The Russian Empire

Count Mikhail Khristoforovich Reytern, Minister of Finance of Russia

January 1st, 1875 according to the Julian Calendar

No doubt for some people the 1st day of January was a time to sleep into the midday and rest for the remainder of the day after long hours of joyous New Year's celebrations the day prior, but Mikhail Khristoforovich Reytern was not those people. To the fifty five year old Livonian-German count there was no time like the present to tend to the ever enduring struggle of keeping the credit ratings of the Russian Empire up and its deficits down. While the rest of the court was tending to their health after a long night of both material and spiritually costly excesses Reytern was preparing a report he intended to deliver to the Emperor himself.

For even if the celebrations of the night before and the fresh brisk sunny morning dawning over the city of Saint Petersburg could make others forget the hardships the Empire was in Reytern had no intention of falling prey to that trap. Last night in the midst of celebrations the Emperor had delivered a stunning declaration and on this morning while the conservatives sourly slept in struggling with their hangovers, Reytern intended to capitalize on this latest reformatory zest in the Emperor. When the sun rose Reytern had already been working for an hour and as it continued its ascent he worked tirelessly reviewing every aspect of the finances of the Realm.

It was a somber review. The emancipation of the serfs and a variety of other measures conducted during the blessed reign of Alexander II had expanded considerably on the large agricultural production of the Russian Empire, yet the prices of grain was in free fall. The income of the Empire was declining, while the expenditure remained the same, or even grew. Credit and loans was increasingly difficult to get and as a result the industrialization that had been going so well was moving at a languid pace. There where of course positive indicators as well. The interests of the Chinese silver tribute provided the Russian Empire with a pleasant and reliable source of revenue and the large scale American investments introduced with the Rio Agreement had done wonders for especially the development of Siberia. In finality the religious tax on Jews, however much Reytern abhorred it, helped bolster the Empire's finances.

The positive indicators was however few and far between. All in all the economic situation in the Russian Empire was dire, yet in the darkest hour the Emperor had, God bless him, at long last declared himself fully a Liberal and Reytern was confident that with men such as Alexander II and Grand Duke Konstantin Nikolayevich Russia would recover and prosper, one day becoming the preeminent power of the world.

Thus convinced he rose from his office chair, grabbing his report and some notes, and with confident strides left his office, ready to meet the Emperor and present his plan for the economic policy in the new year, the policy that would usher in a new era of hitherto unknown economic prosperity in backward agrarian Russia.

~*~

Alexander read the report slowly seated behind his desk only occasionally casting a gaze towards Reytern. Reytern for his part was on the edge of his seat. Was the Emperor now as the night before determined towards reform or had his son, or any of the other conservatives appealed to his more amenable and conservative side, Reytern wonder.

Finally the Emperor found cause to speak and coughed. "Is it not a strange thing to invest so much money in agricultural development at a time when grain and cotton prices has plummeted?" The Emperor asked. "Hasn't the increase in our agricultural production played its part in sparking the present crisis?" He inquired.

Reytern, pleased and unconcerned by the question nodded politely. "It does seem contradictory Your Majesty, but I assure you that the continued expansion of our agricultural base is not only desirable but imperative from both an economic and political aspect." Reytern declared. "I know well the political aspect, minister." The Emperor guardedly riposted. "The necessity of building a class of self-employer farmers and Russianizing Siberia and Central Asia is not lost on Us. But We shall not act if not We see economic reasoning as well."

At that Reytern nodded. "The continued expansion of our agricultural base will not bring grain prices up that is true. Yet where We to refrain from expanding in the hope that prices would recover other countries, Canada, Australia, Chile, Argentina, America and many others, would simply exploit that decision and expand their agriculture keeping prices down." Reytern said. The Emperor nodded ponderously, then he sighed. "We know that an expansion will negatively effect prices, yet we expand because we prefer selling more for less rather than risking that others will force us to sell less for less. If all countries refrained from expanding prices would recover but since we don't trust the others to refrain from expanding we won't do it ourselves." The Emperor mused. Reytern shrugged in response. "Something to that effect Your Majesty. Still we must press on and expand." The Minister declared, receiving a resigned nod in response.

Pleased at the nod Reytern smiled and continued. "In any case the establishment of a bank to provide loans to farmers will do wonders for our agriculture, I am glad that Your Majesty supports the notion and I wish to assure Your Majesty that I shall work tirelessly to secure the needed private investments to establish it." Reytern declared. The Emperor gave a gracefully indifferent nod acknowledging the pledge. "We wish to discuss your tax proposals." Alexander declared.

At that Reytern gulped. Though he proposed several taxation schemes there was but two of note and both where controversial. "The state needs revenue." Reytern quipped defensively. "Therefore I propose the introduction of a modest, quite modest, inheritance tax." Reytern proclaimed. "How modest?" The Emperor's reply inevitable was. "Ten percent." Reytern responded. A long pause ensued in which Alexander did not speak and looked less than thrilled. "Five percent." Reytern finally said. Then the Emperor sighed. "We concur." He spoke.

Reytern nodded. A five percent inheritance tax would not be well received by the aristocracy but it would provide revenue and serve to mitigate the class stratification of the Russian society, the two things Reytern cared about the most. He was pleased and relieved. "My second proposal is for an increase in the punitive estate tax in Vistula Land to the original ten percent." Reytern confidently declared, for though he personally was less enthused by that measure he had no doubt that the Emperor would welcome it.

Why he was quite surprised by the silence of the Emperor. "It will serve to spark renewed resentment in Congress Poland." Alexander ponderously replied, surprising Reytern by referring to Vistula Land by the old, and Polish name. "Perhaps not." Reytern ventured. "If paired with the loosening of some restrictions placed upon the Poles then perhaps they will swallow it as a temporary measure." Reytern suggested. The Emperor pondered that for a moment rubbing his bearded chin, lost in thought. "What restrictions would you loose?" He asked.

For a moment it was Reytern's turn to fall quiet, then; "Abolish the restrictions preventing former Polish serfs from selling land to the aristocracy, it will both strengthen the economy of Vistula Land and appease the szlachta without doing any foreseeable harm to the Empire." Reytern declared. "And why not let the Poles buy back their monasteries and cathedrals to usurious prices, once the Catholic Church guarantees not to preach against the Russian Empire that is." He quickly added.

Alexander waved his hand in regal dismissal. "We will consider this matter carefully yet We cannot right this moment make Our verdict." The Emperor declared. "Maybe its for the best." He added. "For the duration of this crisis I wish to receive weekly briefings from you Count Reytern on the status of our economy so there will be plenty of opportunities to more thoroughly discuss this and many other matters before making any decisions." The Emperor proclaimed.

The Emperor then rose from his seat, Reytern promptly following respectful suit. "For the nonce We authorize you to introduce your agrarian reforms and the first half of your tax reform, that We deem more than sufficient reform for the time being." The Emperor declared, causing Reytern to solemnly bow. "As Your Imperial Majesty wills it." He declared, respectfully withdrawing from the monarch's office.

Once outside the office of the Emperor the reverent mask on Reytern's face gave way to a blisful smile. Sweeping agricultural reform and an inheritance tax without precedent in the Russian Empire he had gotten with hardly any effort whatsoever. It seemed that the increasingly stale Liberal zest of the Emperor had been revitalized by economic hardships. What Reytern now had mandate to do was historic, revolutionary and extraordinary. "As Your Imperial Majesty wills it." Reytern gleefully mumbled as he went to initiate his reforms.

The City of Saint Petersburg
Saint Petersburg Governorate
The Russian Empire

Prince Alexander Mikhailovich Gorchakov, Chancellor and Foreign Minister of Russia

January 23rd, 1875

A new year, frost cold as the past one, at least in January, with all its promises and pitfalls awaited Prince Alexander Gorchakov. He had just received an invitation to attend a conference in Amsterdam to decide the "Low Countries Question" and now three telegrams from the Ottoman Empire, the Principality of Serbia and the Kingdom of Egypt awaited him. Things was shaping up to be eventful, and in his age Gorchakov knew only too well that life might not have much in store for him, why he needed to savor what diplomatic entanglements that remained for him to deal with.

He responded first to the Porte. Highhanded and haughty the telegram offered nothing that Gorchakov or his Imperial master had need of and no amount of diplomacy could have made Gorchakov's reply favorably. Quickly and without even the slightest hesitance the Chancellor and Foreign Minister of the Russian Empire penned a rejection of the terms of the Porte.

Then he turned to the telegram from the Serbian prince. Though the general topic, that of Russo-Serbian alignment, failed to elicit much excitement from Gorchakov he was intrigued by the ambition of the Serbs. For though it was nowhere stated what Milan IV's territorial ambitions would eventually amount to, was a confrontation with Austria. There could be no "Greater Serbia", much less a "Yugoslavia" without a confrontation with the southward looking empire.

But that was a concern for the future. For the nonce the gist of Milan's proposal was acceptable, even if the exact details of his article's was not. Grabbing his pen Gorchakov paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before scribbling down with great care a reply.

In finality the Prince responded to the pleasing telegram from Egypt. Though the initial enthusiasm he and the Russian Empire had had for the Kingdom of Egypt had waned considerably as the Kingdom began its unceasing expansion to places where it did not belong it remained by far the most interesting tool by which the Ottomans could be beaten, even after the revolt in autonomous Armenia. So Gorchakov did not permit his increasing skepticism towards the Egyptians to deter him from writing a favorable reply.

Egypt in the South, Serbia, Romania, Bulgarian rebels, maybe even Greeks and Albanians in the northwest and Armenia in the northeast would break and overwhelm the Ottomans when backed with the martial might of the Imperial Russian Army's million men. Soon more than four centuries occupation of Constantinople would be at an end.

To: Whomever it may concern in the government of the Ottoman Empire
From: Prince Alexander Gorchakov, Chancellor and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire

Gentlemen,

On behalf of His Imperial Majesty Alexander II the Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias I must respectfully refuse the terms of the agreement presented by His Imperial Majesty Sultan Abdülaziz's government. The Russian Empire is not willing to accept the continued suppression of the Romanian, Serbian, Bulgarian and Greek peoples of its European territories and feels obligated to defend these, and all other Christian minorities in the Ottoman Empire, against the oppression they presently experience.

Provided that the Ottoman Empire will not abandon the territories in which the majority of the population belongs to any of the aforementioned groups the Russian Empire is disinclined to enter into any political agreement with the Ottoman Empire.

In the Name of Alexander II the Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias,
Prince Alexander Gorchakov, Chancellor and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire

To: Milan IV Obrenovic, Prince of Serbia
From: Prince Alexander Gorchakov, Chancellor and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire

Your Highness,

The Russian Empire is far from ignorant of the plight suffered by the Slavic and Christian nations of the Balkans under the Turkish yoke and shall not idly accept continued Ottoman suppression of the natural and sensible national aspirations of said peoples. In anticipation of a Slavic Spring to blossom across the Balkans from Bosnia to Bulgaria and challenge the Turkish yoke the Russian Empire shall be ready to intervene against the Ottoman Empire.

That notwithstanding cannot accept the proposed agreement and must especially reject articles, one, four and nine. For though the Russian Empire wholeheartedly support Serb nationalist aspirations at present the Principality of Serbia is an Ottoman vassal state one with which the Russian Empire cannot negotiate with as if an equal and one with which the Russian Empire cannot enter into a military alliance which.

What the Empire can do is offer its tacit support for Serbian political aspirations and its assurance that in the event of a war on the Balkans pitting the Ottoman Empire against the Slavic and Christian minorities under its rule, regardless of the cause of the war, the Russian Empire shall diplomatically, and if need be militarily, support the just and righteous desires of the Slavic and Christian peoples of the Balkans.

In the Name of Alexander II the Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias,
Prince Alexander Gorchakov, Chancellor and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire

To: Muhammad Sharif Pasha, acting Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan
From: Prince Alexander Gorchakov, Chancellor and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire

Your Excellency,

It would be our pleasure to receive on behalf of His Imperial Majesty Alexander II a representation from the Kingdom of Egypt and the Sudan in Saint Petersburg to discuss the worsening state of the Ottoman Empire. As the Russian government is anxious to establish concord and clarity on the matter of how to deal with the impending collapse of the Empire it would please us to receive an Egyptian representative at the earliest possible convenience.

In the Name of Alexander II the Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias,
Prince Alexander Gorchakov, Chancellor and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire

The City of Kars
The Oblast of Kars
The Republic of Armenia

Colonel Tigran Tigranovich Abovian of the Fatherland Militia

January 23rd, 1875 according to the Julian Calendar

More than four years of war changes a man. To endure the extended and harsh realities of the conflict made a man old before his time, to watch friends fall to the enemy made him weary and hardened him. In war compassion, empathy and civilization was slowly but surely destroyed until nothing but savage bloodlust remained and man became little more than beast. Tigran Abovian knew it better than most. His "fault", for in his darkest moments he thought of it as such, was the war. It was he who had lead sixty three young men over the Russian border and into Armenia to stir up revolution and bloodshed. It had worked, but not as Tigran had hoped.

Back then he had hoped that his action would provoke the Ottoman and Russian Empires to war with one another. A quick Russian campaign into the Caucasus would then drive the Ottomans from Armenia and an independent nation, proud and strong, would have emerged. It had not been so. Instead a long and bloody proxy war had broken out among the Armenians and Turks in the autonomous area with Russia never fully committing to the Armenian cause. And after four years Tigran's dreams was sundered and Armenia was a wasteland.

Looking out of the window from the meeting hall in the Castle of Kars Tigran could see the city he had once hoped to unite with Russian Armenia still burning from the last in a long line of armed struggles to plague it since the late 1870. Smoke still rose from the mansion of the first president of the Republic, the Fatherland Militia backed Leo Arakelyan, and those government buildings that had held out against the coup that had ended Arakelyan's administration as it began; with blood and iron.

A voice interrupted the somber musings of Tigran, the voice of General, now acting president, Avetis Sahakyan, commander of the Fatherland Militia. "Abovian?" The general's voice insisted. "Sir?" Tigran replied politely, turning his gaze from the crumbling city. The general, a man only a few years older than Tigran himself, who at thirty nine was no old man, looked frustrated and annoyed. "Your thoughts on our battle plan, colonel, if you'd please." He said.

Tigran nodded ponderously. "My thoughts sir." He repeated, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "I believe that an invasion of the Ottoman Empire will be the end of us, sir. We have not the strength to defeat the entire might of the Sultan on his home turf. I believe we should focus on consolidating what we have gained." Tigran declared.

His words where not well received as a disappointed murmur broke out among the cadre of Fatherland officers gathered in the meeting hall. "Alone we will not prevail." Sahakyan, though clearly offended by Tigran's words spoke amenably. "Yet you of all people should know that this war shall not be won solely by our own military might but by pitting Russia against the Turks. If we invade the Ottoman Empire the Sultan will have no choice but to send an army against us. The Tsar would never permit it and thus we shall, at long last, have our great war and bring an end to this endless guerrilla conflict and a beginning for a free and independent Armenia." The General declared, receiving applause for his bold words.

Tigran shook his head. "I of all people know that the Russians are not easily goaded into war, four years ago I thought that all it would take was crossing the border and attacking Turkish garrisons and then the war would come. Yet here we are, four years and an unnumbered amount of sorrows later and the Sultan and Emperor are officially at peace while Armenia burns." Tigran declared, his thoughts turning to his comrades in the mission that sparked the war. Eighteen had been executed by the Ottomans, three by the Russians; twenty four had been slain in battle or maimed for life. Of the sixty three young men that had left Russia less than twenty remained and even they had been worn down by war. "We may goad the Sultan into open conflict, God knows his Turkish hordes desire it, but the help from the Tsar may not come." Tigran predicted.

But general Sahakyan digressed, shaking his head in dismissal. "You are too sceptic and give the Russians too little credit, they have only ever been our friends and allies in our struggle against the Turk. When the hordes of the Sultan stands at the gates of Kars Russia will intervene." Sahakyan insisted. "Perhaps you are right." Tigran said. "But there is something else to consider. Through arduous struggle and an agreement with the Sultan we may gain for the territories around Kars independency. It will be no easy feat and require the utmost of each and everyone of us, but I believe Armenia can be free by the labor of Armenians. But if we are liberated by Russian arms, what guarantees have we that Armenia will not simply become a Russian province? Already Yerevan is a governorate of Russia, who is to say that not Kars and Van and Erzurum may become the same?"

His words was greeted with stunned silence. Of the eighteen members of the new military junta of Armenia fifteen had served in the Russian Army, few, if any, had anything negative to say of about the Russian Empire. "You go too far, Colonel Abovian. Perhaps I was wrong to consider you for the post of Minister of Public Works?" The general declared frostily shaking his head in dismissal. "Control over the autonomous area is near complete and now with Arakelyan's administration out we can pursue closer ties with the Kurds. The Emir of Hakkari has already declared his willingness to side with us and I am confident that the Yazidi Kurds of Bokhti will follow suit. When our forces, and the Assyrians, combine with them we can drive the Ottomans as far back as Sivas. Who will vote for invading the Ottomans come spring?" The General confidently asked.

A dozen hands immediately flew into the air a few following suit at more languid pace. "It is settled then." The general declared. "War."

by **Great Kleomentia** » Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:53 am

Official Telegram of the Principality of Serbia

To: The Government of the Russian Tsardom
From: Milan Obrenovic, Kniaz of Serbia

Slavic Comrades,
I understand your position fully, as this is a rather complicated situation. Thus i am more than happy to hear that Russia will be on the side of the Balkan people. Your support is more than heartwarming and in the future you can expect nothing less not only from the Serbian government, but from the Serbian people as well.

Official Telegram of the Principality of Serbia

To: The Government of the Egyptian Kingdom
From: Milan Obrenovic, Kniaz of Serbia

Respected friends,
I am pleased to hear that you sympathize with my people. The offer you have given me is more than acceptable. I am preparing Serbia for a great assault on Ottoman land and a ally in Asia would be more than helpful in the cause. When the war starts, the Ottomans will be receiving heavy assaults from virtually every border. Together we shall strive for freedom and prosperity. As the old saying goes "We find strength in unity!". The deal of arms trading is also accepted. The newly made Egyptian rifles and guns will surely prove to be effectivein our cause.

by **Alleniana** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 3:19 am

Calama, Chile
"Hmm... excellent."
He looked over the piece of card that contained the response to his own missive, that had informed the commanders in Antofagasta he had arrived.

oppugna

The Latin word commanding him to assault, handed from the Minister of War's own hands, was now to be carried out. They had rested in Sierra Gorda, a deserted town due to the wars, and local reinforcements would be coming from María Elena, as Chileans had seized the port up north and moved inland. Now, they were on the outskirts of the city, looking at the long lines of trenches and parapets set up by the local despot, whoever he might be. It was the first step into Bolivia, and the first pitched battle. This ruler of the city was a small-time ruler, but even then, it would be a battle, likely to be hard-fought. And not only that...

They would have to assault; there was no way around it, being built at the base of the Andes. The men didn't look forward to advancing at an enemy under cover, but convinced that they would be weak and Chile's finest strong and better armed, some encouragement was given. Indeed, they were more well organized and trained, and the supply wagons unloaded food and water as they prepared for the assault. On the other side, bayonets were created or sharpened, guns polished. Both sides readied.

The trenches were dug into the somewhat sandy soil originally to defend against any attempts by the former central government in Antofagasta from retaking this revolting military officer. However, now, they were hastily redug and cleaned, as men, many untrained and wielding even muzzle-loading weapons against their Chilean foes. With spots of cover all along them, parapets, barriers and guns poking out, it looked formidable, defended by over a thousand. They were not united though, and Chile was. Here, depsite being on Bolivian soil, the men of the former lands of Araucania were at an advantage.

Long lines interrupted by stairs and shelters, it was not long before Chile's only unit of artillery began to fire at them, spraying dirt and causing a few casualties, but mainly scaring them in subjecting them to an experience they had never before been under; that of raining shell and shot. It terrified, and though it wasted ammunition, it was necessary to soften them up, to annoy them, and also to give the gunners a bit of field experience. It was useful.

In the somewhat dark, shadowed tent, the overseer of the whole operation sat, looking at a local map and sweating mildly. He shook his head a bit, and spoke to an aide, receiving a few words. He lifted his countenance to face the gathered officers, and spoke.
"Tell the infantry to advance, and begin the assault. Press the centre."
The commander turned to another man, and issued a different message.
"Have the artillery change to a parabolic trajectory, and then cease."
This was his time. This was Chile's time. This was the army's time.
The attack was beginning. It was time.

by **Kryskov** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 11:23 am

Victoria, British Djibouti

The town had, by this point, grown to several thousand in size, spurred by British propaganda promising the liberation of Africa from the Muslim heathens. Of course, neither the Queen nor the Prime Minister would admit to government involvement, but didn't stop the production of it, citing "Freedom of speech." Victoria was now known as Fort Victoria to many, considering that several garrisons had been built around the town. The Church of England had established a missionary along the coast of the Gulf of Tadjoura. The missionary had boasted the conversion and defection of several Afar and Egyptian persons who now resided in the city. Furthermore, more and more British ships docked there.

One day, another 200 soldiers and three artillery pieces were unloaded to bolster up Fort Victoria, along with another 80 colonists. Egypt would have to force its way into Djibouti.

by **Alleniana** » Sun Feb 16, 2014 12:08 am

Santiago, Chile
He looked at the small congregation, suddenly very self-aware. He knew these people. They were familiar to him.

The lead, the only one not in a dark, formal suit, stepped forward. Shuffling in his baggy trousers, he raised his arms, the long sleeves hiding his forearms.
"Ah, old friend, you have joined us again! You return!"
He paused for a moment, dark, mirthless eyes betraying his jocular expression. The background of the cathedral, lit only by the early light of dawn, was not comforting.
"I've brought all your old friends along; Terror, Pain, Fear, Envy, Horror, the rest of them; they're all here!"
His expression grew darker as no response came. He knew this wasn't right. This man was Evil. See no Evil, hear no Evil, speak no Evil.
"Come on, Di, let's have some fun! Like the old times!"

He turned and ran.

Behind him, he heard the footsteps of the group, chasing after him, growing faster and more ferocious. Before, his own footfall had been the only audible, but now they grew louder, though still padded. He heard Evil quietly encouraging them, goading them on almost gently if not for the speed and power with which they ran, just behind him. He sprinted faster, zooming past more stone-framed, fading stained glass windows. Taking a brief peek behind him, he saw they had grown ragged, emaciated, tired and more terrible than before. Their faces began to dry up, crinkle and acquire expressions which he could not describe, their mask-like skins flying to the wind.

Faster, he ran.

After what seemed like an eternity of sprinting, though the time he had spent had done nothing to ease his lump in his throat pulling on his heart, he looked back again. There they were, steadily loping. Except now, they were wolves, with ferocious yellowed eyes, and mangy fur, bones defining their fur's shape; still, they were running at him with no mercy. And there, the wolf he instinctively knew was Evil, led the pack. Big, bad, looming, snarling, drool flying to the wind and teeth poking out of his; no, its jaw.

The long arm-like corridor of the huge, looming church came to an end; a massive, sturdy wooden door, bound by black iron rose into misty heights, where the ceiling tapered off into nothingness. He stood there, in despair, as Evil leapt at him.

"Just like the old days, Di!"

The words echoed in his mind as Diego Cortés Felipe, President of Chile bolted upright in his bed as he had never done before, sweating in sluggish rivers. His childhood nickname suddenly made him intensely aware of who he was, his name, his life, every part of his body. He began wringing his fingers in a near panic, but deep in his mind, he knew he had made it out of the nightmare, out of the black hole that was his mind at night. He breathed deeply, mind reverberating, with a crazed look on his face, eyes wide open.

He couldn't go on like this. God only knew why such reminders of his childhood would be sent to him, and as the thought of perhaps the result of his parents' doings flitted across his mind, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, steadying himself. The dream was still vivid, imprinted in the back of his mind as if typesets had been smacked against the back of his head, but he began to feel calmer as cool air flowed past his dampened back.

The thoughts of but a few moments hence flowed out of his mind like water, his troubled mind and his hot head coming down on the pillow again, the president staring at the ceiling, wondering, pondering and hoping as the knot in his stomach gave way to relative calmness.

by **Of the Quendi** » Tue Feb 18, 2014 3:57 am

Ottoman-Armenian Border
The Oblast of Van
The Republic of Armenia

Colonel Tigran Tigranovich Abovian of the Fatherland Militia

January 23rd, 1875 according to the Julian Calendar

For the second time in his life Tigran Tigranovich Abovian was gazing down on Ottoman held lands with the intent of war and conquest. This time he however had none of the zest and youthful passion that had fueled his first attack, even the army that followed him was three hundred times the size of the merry band of brothers he had called for the onslaught on autonomous Armenia. Even with near twenty thousand men at his back Tigran did not believe in victory. The totality of all Armenian forces was easily thrice numerically inferior to the armies of the Sultan, and badly lacking in both cavalry but especially artillery. Against the might of the Sultan there could be no victory but through the arms of mighty Russia; and the bear was hibernating.

But orders were orders. Sahakyan wanted to march on Lake Van, the centre of the Armenian nation and liberate the region. A bold and drastic move that was not without tactical merit. The Kurdish allies, Nurallah, once Amir of Hakkari, Abdi Beg, a Yazidi Prince of Soran was isolated from autonomous Armenia making them vulnerable to an attack by the Ottomans. If the Van Vilayet could be seized Armenians and Kurds could work as one against the Ottomans. Maybe Sheikh Ubeydullah could even be persuaded to side with the Armenian cause.

Tigran hoped so, but he doubted it would result in an Armenian victory. Even if all Armenia, Kurdistan, and Assyria rose as one against the Ottomans there could be no victory without the Russians. But the choice was not his. As he gazed down on his ancestral homelands Tigran drew his sword, an old heirloom unlike the modern saber's Russia eagerly supplied the Fatherland Militia with, pointing it towards the lake country. "Armenia." He shouted, the cry at once repeated by two thousand voices of the mounted vanguard of the army.

Then he kicking his horse into a trot, riding into the Ottoman Empire, to war and hopefully to victory. But likely to ruin, to defeat, to ignominy and to the fall of the bloodied war torn country he had hoped to build only to see it degenerate and come to nothing after five years of conflict.

by **Phoenix2012** » Tue Feb 18, 2014 11:46 am

North German Confederation
Norddeutscher Bund

Wilhelm Friedrich Ludwig, The President of the North German Confederation, watched as the newest addition to the German Fleet was commissioned. The SMS Hansa, the first Ironclad built in Germany, though at a much slower pace than in British shipyards, secured for Germany yet another step toward the never ending industrial race. Germany was going to have a strong enough navy to protect its intrests, and the commission of the Hansa was one more step toward that goal. She was not a very large ship, displacing 3950 tons, but she was as modern as any other ship in the leading navies of the World. With a respectable speed of 12 knots, and with a range of over 1300 nautical miles, and with a powerful central battery, the Hansa was the first step to Germany being a naval power...

by **Baja California y Sonora** » Wed Feb 19, 2014 2:07 pm

Guatemala Pact

Preamble

In hopes of forging a more harmonious and long-lasting relationship, the following nations of The United Provinces of Mexico and Guatemala, Kingdom of Italy, Republic of Colombia, Ottoman Empire and The Republic of Chile. All which were part of the Milan pact agree to the signing of it's renewal, here in Guatemala City, April 12th, 1875.

Article I

A. Rejoining the Pact.

Any member of the former Milan Pact, which are the countries known as Mexico-Guatemala, Italy, Colombia, Ottoman Empire and Chile; can rejoin the pact at any given time this year. However each nation must ratify the new charter and sign and send the pact before the year of 1875 ends.

B. Leaving the Pact.

If necessary a nation can withdraw from the pact at any given time without an inhibition. However if decided that it wants to leave the pact, it must announce it to the member one year in advance. The nation leaving must also present an excusable reason to it's leaving. Once it has left the pact, it will not be able to rejoin, for only the exception of VI of article B. Any member can be expelled from the pact, however the member will be trialed by the pacts other members, before it's expulsion. A member will be expelled it if it commits the following.

I. Commits international atrocities, that can damage the reputation of the pact and of its members.
II. Invades a fellow member.
III. Refuses to allow a member(s) entrance to a port without a given explanation.
IV. Does not follow the the guidelines of the pact.
VI. Loses it's independence.

C. New members

As of now, the pact is exclusively for only Mexico-Guatemala, Italy, Colombia, Ottoman Empire and Chile. However if a member is to leave or be expelled, a new country will be invited to take it's place. Until then no new member will accepted or invited into the pact unless the members of the pact all agree to allow a new member in.

Article II
A. Trade.

The Guatemala City Pact, is an organization exclusively for trade and economic development and cooperation between Mexico-Guatemala, Italy, Colombia, The Ottoman Empire and Chile. The goal for the pact is to maintain a strong and healthy balance between each respective country. "As such, between the signatories of the Pact, there should be no more than 2.5% of the regular tariffs applied to goods leaving and entering the country, except in circumstances when a good is defined by a majority of signatories as disruptive to the public's stability and or immoral. There should be no monopolies, internal embargoes or controls of the like between members, and all trade should be freely facilitated, provided it pays the required tariffs, and is not trade of an illegal good. For trade with those outside the Pact, there are no limits, though further clauses may be added to the Charter should it prove that members or outsiders are exploiting the Pact for their own or outside benefit." **********

Article III

A. Non-aggression

With the signing of the pact, each nation as well signed a non-aggression pact. However this does not make the Guatemala Pact an alliance and the foreign affairs of each nation will be kept of of the pact. Members who are in war will not be supported by the other members unless they choose too. Under no circumstances will a member ever fire on a fellow member's ship, if so they will be immediately trailed and expelled. To avoid false-flag warmongers, each ship captain will have to carry documents and a special pass that will signify their nationality and purpose.

I. Each year, the pass will be changed.
II. Under no circumstance will a member fire on an other member.
III. Members have the option to support an other member in their foreign affairs, however if so that should be kept of the Guatemala Pact.

Article IV
A. Future of the Pact

To ensure the pact survives, each year, members will send a delegate to the headquarters in Guatemala City and discuss progress they've made and ways to improve communication and trade with each other. Every five years, the meeting will leave Guatemala City and rotate to a different city, which will belong to which ever member bids for it.

Signed and ratified by
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Signed in the 12th day of April in the year 1875 of the Grace of Our Lord.

OOC: Credits go to Allen for Article two and to Hannover for the base of the pact.
Also feel free to change some stuff.

by **Alleniana** » Thu Feb 20, 2014 4:03 am

Base of the Bolivian Andes, Chile
The crosses that marked the few graves soon faded from view as trees, rocks and other obstructions blocked their view. The men stopped looking back after a while, though the horsemen who were at the heads and tails of the columns certainly did so. Even so, doing so would not help a great deal in the case of a preplanned ambush; scarcely possible, as the Chilean army was a most professional force these days, and the locals, had they heard of it, were not united enough to fight like that anyway.

The several thousand moved through the Andean mountains, bearing hardships though forever moving forwards in their duty for Chile. The second phase of the war was coming into effect now, the Atacama's flat lands occupied and being incorporated surprisingly fast, while troops advanced into the mountains to clear out the natives and force their government on Bolivia. This smallish army would bear the brunt of the plans, as it would be the people who had to impose Chile on their side of the mountains. Their guns, their horses, their artillery, their bodies.

While down on the plains, movements were conducted to destroy the last of the resistance and other bits and pieces left behind from the dismantled dictatorships, here, was something aiming higher, greater, loftier, more ambitious. Quite literally, in fact, as the air got thinner and colder, punctuated by steam from man and beasts' breath alike.

by **Gibberan** » Fri Feb 21, 2014 6:22 pm

To the Government of the United Provinces of Mexico and Guatemala
From the Government of the United States of America

To whom it may concern,

Greetings, to our friends to the south of us. We are glad you have contacted us, and after a legthy conversation and debate in Congress, couldn't agree more with you. For the American city in the railroad line from Chihuahua, we suggest the historically and culturally-Mexican city of San Antonio, Texas, and propose the line to be jointly operated by the Union Pacific Railroad and a Mexican railroad company of your government's selection. By this act of goodwill, we hope that relations between our two nations, regrettably still recovering from the Mexican-American War of 30 years ago, will be completely mended and repaired.

Signed,
President John A. Logan,
Commander-in-chief of the United States of America

by **Of the Quendi** » Sat Feb 22, 2014 4:02 am

The City of Kumul
The Kumul Khanate
The Russian Empire

Adjutant General Konstantin Petrovich von Kaufmann, Governor-General of Turkestan

March 9th, 1875

On the road from Ürümqi, capital of the new Dzungaria Governorate, to Kumul a border town on the Qing-Dzungar border, the capital of the Kumul Khanate, the last Russian adversary in East Turkestan to bend knees before the inexorable advance of the forces of the Emperor, von Kaufman had plenty of time to ponder the last years of his tenure as governor-general of Turkestan. The fifty seven year old military engineer had to smile at the thought of his eight year long tenure. More than two million square kilometers had he brought under Russian rule, and Yaqub Beg's Kashgaria would one day fall into the Emperor's hands like an overripe peach bringing with it another one million square kilometer. The ethnically Austrian general shivered at the thought of how vast a territory it was, more than five times the size of all of Austria-Hungary.

Now only Kumul remained to be seized. Chernayev had been warring against the Khans of Kumul who had been second only to Yaqub Beg in their bellicose resistance to Russian expansion, for nearly a year but now at last Muhammmad Shah, Khan of Kumul had yielded and abandoned his allegiance to the Beijing Court in favor of Mother Russia. As he approached the city a group of riders with the banner of Kumul appeared as expected. A conquered subject like Muhammad would not get to receive the chief Russian official in Central Asia while seated on a throne, vested in the attributes and regalia of power that now belonged to Alexander II the Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias and now of Kumul Khanate as well.

Riding towards the entourage of the khan of Kumul followed by his three hundred cossack guards, von Kaufmann pondered how best to greet the man. The looming threat of war with the Ottomans and the strain of the financial crisis had weakened the Russian Empire and its ability to project massive force so far from the European territories as Kumul was, was limited. Though the abolition of the Kumul Khanate was not far from his mind von Kaufmann surmised that giving Muhammad Shah a deal similar to the ones struck with Khiva, Bukhara, Kokand, Kashgaria and Atush would need be implemented. Pity.

The two groups met about an hour from the city. Next to Muhammad Shah rode Chernyayev with about a hundred cossack, while Muhammad Shah had only two hundred men with him. The man looked a typical Turcoman to von Kaufmann; sour and sullen at his defeat. At his side rode a young boy of ten whose expensive garbs seemed to suggest that he was an heir of sort, presumably a son; the khan had obeyed the instructions. For a moment the sour khan did not speak. Von Kaufmann would not honor the tribal chief by speaking first; thus there was silence.

At last the khan relented and with a look of great sadness spoke in Turki which von Kaufmann's secretary Vladimir Tursunov, who had recently been promoted to the rank of captain, translated as best he could. "I, Muhammad Shah, Khan of Kumul and King of the Gobi do hereby surrendered myself to Emperor Alexander II and name him my liege lord and master. As a gesture of good faith I bring with me my son and heir Maqsud to enter into the service of the Emperor as proof of my fealty to His Imperial Majesty Alexander II the Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias." Tursunov translated.

Hearing his father's words the boy looked scared but von Kaufmann could not concern himself with such things. Yaqub Beg and all the other khans and amirs where potentially treacherous but they all resented Chinese rule and had no foreign allies to aid them against Russia. Not so Kumul. Its khan was loyal to the Peking Court, God only knew why, and its territory was far closer to Peking than Saint Petersburg. Possibly even closer to Peking than to Tashkent. A guarantee would be needed to keep it in line. "Excellent." Von Kaufmann declared, before gesturing towards the city, now eager to see his latest addition to the Russian Empire. "Shall we gentlemen?"

by **The Grand Republic of Hannover** » Sat Feb 22, 2014 6:28 pm

Bogota, Colombia

President Sanz has signed the Guatemala Pact in hopes of maintaining the economic prosperity of the country. With this signature, the President also hoped that the influx of trade in and out of Colombia would increase providing new sources of employment, wealth, and social progressiveness. Additionally, thanks to the expansion of the Port of Cartagena (started in 1870), the government hoped to see the growth of the northern coastal regions of Colombia. President Sanz sent a letter to the Mexican government:

President Sanz also drafted a letter for the United States government in respect to trade and diplomacy. The Colombian government was interested in becoming closer and closer to the United States. Sanz hoped for the letter to be a success, it was in the hands of the United States the future of the American-Colombo diplomatic relationship.

Meanwhile in the border with Venezuela the situation wasn't getting any better. Because of the indifferent attitude from the Venezuelan government, the Colombian military decided to hold military exercises near the border. These included the firing of artillery with the shells landing near Venezuelan territories. The exercises consisted of holding a drill in case of invasion and counter-attacking. The Colombian government reminded Venezuela of the ultimatum and of the consequences if the demands are not followed.

by **Baja California y Sonora** » Sat Feb 22, 2014 7:54 pm

Las Provincias Unidas de México y Guatemala

As the Mexican ironclad, Amistad docked in Cuba, a Mexican diplomat stepped out of the ship and onto the fresh soil of Cuba, the warm wind blew across the skies, initially mesmerized by the land and the quality of Havana. The diplomat had come to Cuba to sign the deal between Spain and Mexico and as well meet the leaders of the Cuban independence. A similar situation was happening in Puerto Rico, where an other diplomat on board of the Chilean built, Regalo. These diplomats were here to arrange the handing over of these two islands and the establishment of peace within the islands, if negotiations failed, an already prepared army of Mexico, stationed in Veracruz would go and quell both rebellions. The president had entrusted these two diplomats and the fate of 1875 for Mexico lay in there hands, would it be an other year of war or an expansion? While both diplomats made there way to the respective meeting place, they noted how poor the cites of San Juan and Havana were. They took notes of their surroundings and frequently asked questions to the Spanish about the rails in the islands and the quality of the soil. Both diplomats knew that the Spaniards weren't being truthful, yet had not been discouraged. At the end of the meeting, the diplomat in Cuba shook the hand of the Spaniard whom he was signing the treaty with, while the diplomat in Puerto Rico did the same and began heading towards Ponce, on the other side of the island, there he would be meeting the head of the rebellion in Puerto Rico. By paper both Cuba and Puerto Rico are officially Mexican, but outside of the governors palace, it was a different situation, with the people brewing a revolution that may or may not be stopped.

The government had granted concession to an Austrian rail company who intend on expanding the rails in Mexico. They had arranged a meeting with Porfirio Diaz and enchanted him with connecting Mexico City to Mazatlan, while crossing other cites. The Austrians developed the idea to specifically pass the city of Morelia, which housed the headquarters of a mine they owned not far from the city. The Austrians, would begin construction in a month and the rail from north to south would go like this Mazatlan, Tepic, Guadalajara, Morelia, Toluca and last Mexico City. This rail would then be expanded by the government owned company Ferrocarriles Mexicanos to include Colima, Manzanillo, Durango and Culiacan.
As for the rail that would would connect the United States and Mexico, it would be owned by the government and it would pass from north to south the cities of Aguascalientes, Leon and Queretaro, before reaching Mexico City.

Castillo de Chapultepec, Ciudad de Mexico

"Perros mentirosos" grumbled Porfiro Diaz after reading the reply of the United States. He had been complaining to his right hand, José María Iglesias, about the letter. He had been angered by the fact that the American government took so long to reply and to say they "Argued" about having free trade zones in border cities, when it was clear that The United States only wanted to exploit Mexico and Latin America. This angered the president, his blood boiled at this and while reading the American Letter which he called "rubbish", he could imagine American politicians proposing a second war with Mexico and to this time annex the whole country. He left the his office and told Jose Maria to respond to the letter, because he had no intentions in responding anytime soon. As Jose Maria began working on the letter, he received a letter from Cuba and Colombia. The deal had been signed and the diplomat would be staying in Cuba to absorb the situation, while in Puerto Rico, the second diplomat would be meeting the leaders of the rebellion, he informed the president to see if he would want to respond to the letters.

The Costa Rican government had for all their attempts to keep Mexican influence out of their country had failed. They asked for a loan from Mexico, which Mexico only agreed to if Costa Rica once again renewed diplomatic relations with Mexico and allow Mexican entrepreneurs to operate in Costa Rica. They had asked for a loan in order to build a railroad and now with Mexicans back in Costa Rica, the nations pride would go down a spiral and fall into the eagerly awaiting Mexican hands. While Costa Rica began falling into Mexican influence, Venezuela was beginning to see some Mexican products. A meeting between them would be held in four months and as of now, Venezuela and Mexican relations had been at an all time high and with a trade agreement awaiting, high ranking officials in Mexico could see Venezuela falling into Mexican influence, but for now that was a far from reach plan.

by **Alleniana** » Sat Feb 22, 2014 8:57 pm

Potosi, Chile
"They... they... they surrender!"
No honorifics were even mentioned as the young messenger delivered the news. Apparently, the sheer sight of Chile's red, blue and white fluttering in the Andean breeze, and its men standing stock still in their great solid formations with arms presented had been enough to frighten the man being called the "Silver Despot" into letting go of his riches. It was not surprising, really, though. After the crushing victory at Tacama; blooding the army, annihilating the enemy, capturing useful PoWs, seizing equipment and goods, and establishing a base for the movements into the deeper Andes, and, of course, both earlier and later victories, like at Antofagasta, it seemed that fate and doom had come to the local dictator. This former general had ruled, but now his time was up. Chile has arrived, to rescue the minorities and re-establish democracy.

Though there was still La Paz, Cochabamba and Sucre to go, most of Bolivia west of the Andes, which was the part Chile wanted, had now been annexed. The troops at home had not had much trouble except with one altercation at Puerto Deseado, while on the coast, reinforcements had already effectively normalized life under the comparatively stable Chilean government. It appeared that this quick assimilation and conquest had frightened the men of the mountain of silver enough to simply give up.

Pushing through the tent door, over the thick, Napoleonic style parade formations of the Chileans, banners aflutter at the head of each unit and their guns presented and pointing up with bayonets fixed, he could tell what had frightened them. Looking further, he saw the indentations of parapets and the lines of trenches and rocks criss-crossing the sandy soil of the outskirts. He could see little movement there, but a few nervous, quick movements were made by fighters in often dark clothing; a bad choice.

"Tell them the surrender is accepted."

Running off, the orders were issued, and the cavalry led a long column, the clopping of horses' hooves in time with the stamping of thousands of booted feet. Showily, almost, the certainly impressive, if not downright intimidating forces of Chile moved into the city to take control.

Santiago, Chile
Wiping the last remains of the cold sweat off his forehead, he sat down. The nightmare had not been quite as bad as many of his others, but still... it was terrible. The images... of his mother... the bruises on his father's back... the eyes, pleading for him to get away... and the blood, oh the blood... he... no, he couldn't, he didn't want to think on this. It was enough, it was not his place to do, to think, all of this, now, it was too much.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to force the weight pulling at his heart away, partially succeeding after a few minutes of rest, and closed eyes, though he was far from asleep. It was time to get to business. Absently wiping past his dark black hair to dry his decidedly unmoist forehead again, he called the staff in to begin the day's work of diplomacy, policy and the rest of the morass that was government.

To President Porfirio Diaz of Mexico and Guatemala,
We are glad to have the support of Mexico in this matter, and thank you for your support. While we do not currently need anything, it would be appreciated if Mexico could acknowledge and recognise the Republics of Mamore and Gran Chaco when they are established, as is being said will occur by the inhabitants. The new democratic states will create a better, more stable environment than Bolivia ever was, and we hope that you will be content with this. Apart from that, we are glad to say that we do not need to ask of Mexico any more.

In addition, on the subject of the Guatemala Pact, we are too content with joining and remaining, should no military obligations whatsoever be included. It is a noble goal to prosper, and we approve greatly of it. We look forward to and wait for your response.
President Diego C. Felipe of Chile

by **Baja California y Sonora** » Sun Mar 09, 2014 8:06 am

Estados Unidos de Venezuela

The president stared at a map of Venezuela, thinking to himself "what a beautiful country, from the map to the river beds of the Orinoco. Yet beauty and fire were to different things and Colombia continued to show aggression towards the weaker Venezuela. He needed support and as he switched from viewing the map to looking out the window of his palace, he saw a Caracas, busier than it had ever been. The construction of a railway that would connect Caracas and Maracaibo by a Mexican railroad company had definitely made the blood of Caracas flow, as thousands of rural people came to the city to find a job, the railroad was generating jobs, something the government had failed to do. Having a moment of just not thinking but starring at something, it finally hit him. He rushed for the archives of letters, when he finally found the Mexican letter. He reread it carefully and then like if someone had found a cure for consumption, the president's feeling of joy increased. As he began writing a letter to the Santiago Pact, a letter was received...from Colombia. (Ik that the letter was responded by the former player but yeah) "HOW DARE THEY!!!?!?, CALLING US A FAKE GOVERNMENT. Ohohoho, Colombia, is ready to feel my wrath, now either, they agree to my meeting or feel the boot of Venezuelan solider"

Angered by the Colombian letter, he ordered for 5,000 men to be mobilized and sent to San Cristobal, it would take a week or so for the Caracas regiment to reach the small city but now, a war was on the horizon. The troops already near the border, had been having exercises and unsure weather it was their bullets or Colombian bullets, but they had been reporting that bullets were flying in from the border and damage had been done to a farm and a solider. That incident could have been they straw that broke the camels back, if it wasn't for a woman who stopped a soon to be invasion and the time it took for letters to reach Caracas. Now the president was informed about this, he now would only offer the Colombian government once more to attempt to find a peaceful resolution, if refused, Venezuelan troops were to cross into Cucuta, loot it, destroy the Colombian troops stationed there and burn the city.

Official letter of the United States of Venezuela

To: Whom ever may concern in the so called Colombian "government"
Subject: Resolution
Date: March 19th, 1875

With great discontent and anger we write to you this letter, in hopes of finding a peaceful resolution to our disputes. However we must tell you that until an official apology is made by the Colombian government to the Venezuelan government after the border incident of last week, where a Venezuelan was harmed by a loose Colombian bullet, we will refuse to any further talks. If so, we will be forced to declare war on the Colombian government. However if all goes well, we invite you to Caracas, for a conference in which we will establish an official border.

Signed
-Antonio Guzmán Blanco, president of Venezuela

Official letter of the United States of Venezuela

To: Whom ever may concern in the so called Santiago Pact.
Subject: Membership
Date: March 19th, 1875

Greetings!
Seeing how the Santiago Pact, has become a rather present force in Latin America, we wish to join and become a member of the pact. I no we hope that with this, Venezuela will grow economically and have support by Latin America in case of an emergency.

Signed
-Antonio Guzmán Blanco, president of Venezuela

by **The Grand Republic of Hannover** » Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:00 pm

Colombo-Venezuelan Border

Crisis heats! After the mobilization of more Venezuelan troops to the border, the general in charge of the Colombian troops in the border ordered the detonation of an explosive charge near the border with Venezuela. The general argued that the explosion was intended to be part of another military exercise, this time, one that put Colombian troops in the situation of a field attack. Military exercises have intensified to the point that some defensive traps and simple installations were built to continue with the exercises.

The Ministry of Defense has ordered the additional reinforcement of 3,500 troops in order to increase the security of the border to an ever more aggressive Venezuela. More campaign supplies were sent and the troops were instructed to prepare for a lighting attack from Venezuela - the aggressive attitude of that country has made Colombian high military officials very mistrustful of Venezuelan armies.

After receiving the letter from Venezuela, the President of Colombia was ever more worried. It seems as Venezuela does not look for a peaceful resolution but for an armed conflict. President Sanz ordered his Generals to place the Colombian Armed Forces on high alert and ready to fight for the country's sovereignty if necessary. Afterwards, the President wrote a letter to the Venezuelan government and hoped that it comes to ts senses and negotiates peacefully.

by **Marsisian** » Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:36 pm

Florence, Italy, 1875

King Victor Emmanuel was delivering a speech on the status of the Kingdom, and the status of the Milan Pact in Florence. "My friends, the Milan Pact has withered away, and unfortunately has died. However, the Guatemala Pact, it's successor, provides many opportunities for us, the Italian people! Join me in the crusade for giving the Italian people, and nation, a better life!" The people who were listening to the King cheered, and shouted their support for the King's mission to join the Guatemala Pact. However, a mysteriously-dressed man walked towards the King, shoving people in the crowd. Finally, he was in the front row. "King Emmanuel!" "Yes, my friend?" "I have a present for you." "Thank you, but- The man took out his concealed pistol, and fired it at the King. "FOR ITALY!" People were screaming and running when they heard the shot, and the man tried to run. Fortunately, a brave Italian citizen tried to hold him off, but he was shot as well. A group of Italian soldiers finally got a good firing position, and fired many shots at the man. They ran towards the King, and tried to save him, but he died. His last words were, "Save the Italian people. Save the country...." The Prime Minister, seeing this as his chance to get rid of the Milan Pact, which seemed like an unnecessary thing to him, started to write a letter to the members of it.

To the members of the Milan/Guatemala Pact
From the Kingdom of Italy

We, the Italian nation, have chosen to resign from our position in the Milan Pact. We have chosen this decision, because it seems unnecessary for the people of Italy to take part in this economic alliance.

Signed, Prime Minister Marco Minghetti of the Kingdom of Italy

by **Bujahla** » Wed Mar 12, 2014 2:28 pm

The Kingdom of Egypt

Official Telegram of the Kingdom of Egypt

To: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
From: The Kingdom of Egypt - Ministry of Foreign affairs
Date: (OOC - Not sure)
Along: Cairo-London Telegram Line

To whom it may concern in the British Government,

It is our deepest regrets that suck a telegram must be sent, but there is no other option. Discovery of a British settlement within Egyptian territory has been discovered. Locals call this, "Fort Victoria" most notably after your Queen. Local merchants have reported British soldiers and ships at this settlement. We have no reason to believe that the British would choose to do something as foolish as this, but we must follow through with it. Egyptian soldiers have confirmed that this settlement exists.

Fort Victoria is a violation of the General Act of the Cairo Conference and a breach in the sovereignty of the Kingdom of Egypt. The idea that a 'civilized' nation would disrespect so many past agreements is not only demeaning, but uncalled for. The Kingdom of Egypt will not tolerate this and should not have to from such a great nation as your own. We are willing to negotiate terms for the termination of Fort Victoria as it is not allowed to stay. We would be willing to pay for the expenses of the moving and creation of a new Fort Victoria within a different part of Africa, south of Somalia. This will be handled by a joint Anglo-Egyptian cooperative and will be a peaceful option to this unrespectable act. Word of this will not be publicized and we will glance over it for now. We await your speedy reply as this issue will be solved soon without exceptions.

Signed,
Muhammad Sharif Pasha, acting Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Egypt

by **Gibberan** » Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:04 am

The United States was an awfully young country, in sovereign terms, but ultimately one of the most powerful, especially in the Americas. After the 'acquisition' and following occupation of Argentina had commenced in late 1870, America had been at an all-time high. The nation was now a thriving hub of industry, commerce, and politics in the Western Hemisphere. After the unification of Paraguay, it had become a protectorate of the US. Argentina was on friendly terms with them, and relations with Colombia, although not formal, were established.

President Hamilton Fish sat in his office as he stared out over Washington DC. As he leaned back in his padded leather chair he took the time to assess his day, it was eventful to say the least. He had dispatched letters to Colombia, d assuring their support, and to Venezuela, urging them to stand down. It was tough, but the US could manage it.

A Diplomatic Communique of the United States of America

To: The Republic of Colombia
From: The United States of America

On behalf of the people of the United States, I would like to extend an official offer of peace and goodwill to the Government of Colombia. We come to you with a simple proposition, for both of our nations to ratify the treaty of mutual friendship and military alliance which was proposed by my predecessor, John MacArthur, five years ago. We believe that due to connections with the Argentine crisis, and the atrocities that have been dealt to us both during those troubled times, our two nations should strengthen our relationship to a higher degree of cooperation and mutual trust in one another.

On the increasing aggression of Venezuela along your borders, let it be know that our government and the American people fuly support your cause. If you accept this treaty, we guarantee we will supply you with arms and other essential supplies needed to combat the Venezuelan threat in the event that war breaks out, and if the situation escalates to the point where foreign intervention is deemed necessary, we pledge to defend you with our troops.

I hope you can agree to our proposal, and greatly look forward to your reply,

Sincerely,
President Hamilton Fish
Commander-in-chief of the United States of America

A Diplomatic Communique of the United States of America

To: The United States of Venezuela
From: The United States of America

To whom it may concern,

We regret that this letter is under such dire circumstances. The aggressive moves against the Republic of Colombia have been intensified drastically over the past few weeks, and we are vehemently opposed to these militant and expansive actions. If the United States government has not received satisfactory assurances of the cessation of all aggressive action against Colombia, and the withdrawal of Venezuelan troops from the border, supposedly there on 'military exercises', by 12 O'Clock Eastern Standard Time three days from today, from that time all diplomatic ties between our two respective governments will be formally cut off.

Sincerely,
President Hamilton Fish
Commander-in-chief of the United States of America

by **Alleniana** » Sat Apr 26, 2014 4:13 am

<insert positive response to Venezuelan request to join the Santiago Pact>
OOC: Assume the letter was written.

by **Marsisian** » Sun Jul 06, 2014 12:43 pm

by **Etzopia** » Mon Jul 07, 2014 2:47 am

Lisbon, 1875

Louis the First of Portugal sat down at his desk at his palace, reading a book on Politics, The Communist Manifesto, by Karl Marx was what he was reading, His aide de camp, General Manuel Los Benito, rushed in , shouting "SIR! SIR!" ""What is it this time, Manuel? Another colonial crisis?" Louis said in a calm voice to the General. "Well sir, we have a problem, the rebels in Goa have stolen a ship, with a large amount of guns in that ship , we can't do anything apart from intimidate, by the time we send reinforcements to Goa, it'll be too late." Manuel said, panting. Louis sighed, and then wrote a letter addressed to:

To: Buckingham palace:
From: Louis I of Portugal.

We request urgent aid, rebels have stirred up trouble in our colonial province of Goa. We need a shipment of 2,000 Snider Enfield Rifles for 5,000 British pounds. We need to end the violence in Goa and restore order to the region. Please help us.

Signed, Louis the First of the Kingdom of Portugal.

by **Kargintina** » Mon Jul 07, 2014 6:39 pm

To:Kingdom of Egypt
From: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
Along: Cairo-London telegram line
We are truly sorry that our people have done this terrible thing of creating this fort. We will terminate the fort as long as you agree to not harm anyone in it. We shall help as well to move the fort south. We promise to never again violate the sovereignty of the Kingdom of Egypt. We hope peace will remain between our great nations.

We also wish to propose an alliance between our nations, so that our nations never fall to our enemies. We hopefully meet about the proposed "Alexandria pact" sometime.
Sincerly, Queen Victoria of Great Britain and Ireland

by **Glovania** » Wed Jul 09, 2014 12:01 pm

Royal Palace, Stockholm

1st April 1875

King Oscar was seated in his chambers, milling over the first 3 years of his reign. His brother had left him with a much larger power base than he though he would get - Norway, although independent, was in fear of the now militarised Sweden next door. Now, Oscar's attention had been on Finland for quite a while now. He had heard of the times when Sweden used to control Finland - the old kings had taken it from the barbaric tribes in the 1300s. It had been Swedish for as long as Sweden had been - before the Russians seized it from them. It was time to take it back. It had been under Russian control for too long.

Oscar had taken inspiration from the Japanese, and had come up with a few ideas himself. He had finally pulled together a plan for Sweden to take Finland back, once and for all. His plan involved guaranteeing the independence of Finland, and to support the Russian control of the province from rebels who would form an independent Finland - and there were plenty of them. They would send in several thousand peace-keeping troops, as well as 50 Grenadiers, to guard the Russian governor and his home. They would then kill the Governor, disguised as rebels and leave the bodies of the dead guards in the Grenadier uniforms in the home, then burn it down,'to make it seem as if the rebels had actually killed the governor and the Swedish bodyguards.

The Swedish forces, by this time prepared in key administrative and populated centres, would declare martial law, to crack down on the 'rebels' who had just struck at the authorities. They would then install a popular leader, who would declare independence from Russia, and bring the new Finnish state under the protection and guidance of Sweden. It was a sound plan. Oscar doubted the world would really care, let alone act on the coming events. And besides, the Russian Empire was so backward and inefficient, it would take them weeks to react to even the first stage of the plan. By that time, the whole thing would be over, and Finland would be Swedish once more.

(Open) IC 1870 REAL-WORLD RP

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