Industry and Imperialism (IC, Open)

[Romanussia]

Yeah that's right it's here! After around 4 - 5 days of waiting and getting some decent signups, the IC forum for I&I is here! (Even though it was technically supposed to come out on Friday...)

Just know that you can only post if you signed up on the OOC thread, so if you want to join, just apply in the OOC. Without further ado, Industry and imperialism begins...

Succession Crisis of Romanussia
Battle of Constanta
The Perspective of Sir Carol, Known as King Carol I

Sir Carol of Romanussia sat atop high mountains, a preliminary telescope of the early 1800s in hand. He had been a reigning monarch of the great country for many years, overseeing processes to reform the government after a Revolution, introducing a new thing to the world: Democracy. He had pioneered Romanussia's diplomatic, infrastructural, and militaristic success. He had founded a new dynasty. Yet he was aging and his claim to the throne diminished with him. Finally, his right to rule had lapsed. Enter the rich, corrupted Cherbourg estate of Germanic descent, who now claimed the throne. Romanussia had always been an overwhelmingly Latin country of Germanic influence, but the Cherbourg's had a monopoly of influence throughout the nation.

Returning to the battle, Carol looked on grimly at the battle. The Cherbourg troops were managing to hold the river. If they succeeded, it would be like a foreign power would dominate a Romanian throne. Then, in the midst of the chaos, a great young man atop a horse charged with many troops as the overrun the Cherbourg soldiers with light cavalry raiders. He charged his lance and it impaled the Cherbourg General, Lord Heinrich de Cherbourg. They had pushed them to the river when columns of infantry annihilated what was left, and the artillery did not have to lift a finger. Wait, it was he! The exiled bastard son of Carol...it was Michael the II

The Ministry of Foreign Relations Department, Federal Residence Palace, Bucur Iulia
Michael II of Romanussia

Michael had proven himself legitimate to his father, and so the proof he found compelled him to return, where he was crowned Great King of Romanussia. A great weight had been put on his shoulders, first, to live up to expectations of Carol the great, his father, and Michael the Brave, the father before him. He knew though succession was safe, it had come to the decision of the foreign world powers on what should happen and how they would respond. romanussia needed allies. He knew Banija would soon be up in arms, detesting the Romanus people for their 'unrighteous' occupation of the Sfant-punctul Isles. Michael sat solemnly at his table. The room was a grand room in the shape of an oval, a main tower of the palace. Some dim sunlight showed through the partially closed velvet and gold-trimmed curtains. A sharp breeze blew aside the white covers on the gothic windows. Above him was a mural that curved inwards, depicting a great scene of battle and blood and war, what was thought to be beneficial for a country, even dignifying, but Michael was educated in the Institutions of Relations, and he knew this was just slander. He wrote private letters to the sovereigns of the world around him on the continent, awaiting their response and wishing to continue life as normal, implying Romanussia's condemnation of foreign intervention. But Michael knew that wouldn't stop them... It was completely up to them, the world powers.

Michael called anyone who wanted to be his ally and rallied against all who was to be his enemy. For a new age has been ushered in...

[Banija]

Busukuma, National Capitol Region, Banija

Maharaja Karungu was reflecting on the 5th anniversary of his coronation date. He was thinking of the history of Banija, of the history of the nation, the country, and its people. They had been a long way, under the guidance of the Kasanke Tribe, God's chosen people. They had been a nomadic peoples, controlling only a little bit of territory, then they had grown stronger, slowly assimilating their current territory under their rule, and further empowering each Kabaka, until they changed the title of the Kingdom to Empire. Maharaja, of course, was the English translation of Emperor, and there had now been many Emperors over approximately 200 years or so that they had called themselves an empire.

There, of course, had been many ups and downs to this empire. But probably the most important part of the empire's history, was the conversion of the people to the United Puritan Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. There was a prophet from God, named Stefan Sala. He was born on the Kabovu Islands, or known by their false name under the current occupier, the Sfantpunctukl Isles. Stefan Sala, a native Romanussian, discovered the golden plates that God had left to the people of the world on that island many thousands of years ago, which contained the word of Christ and the word of the Lord. This happened in 1607. After translation and much prayer, he set sail for Banija in 1615.

Why did he not try to convert the local population? Or return to his native homeland, Romanussia, and convert them? As he told the Kabaka(Banijan word for King) at the time, Kabaka Kabonero III, 'God says, 'a prophet is always rejected in his own town.' He also said that the Golden Plates, which were then shown to Kabonero III and his son, Albert, they fell to convert and believe in Christ, believe in God. They printed a translation of the Golden Plates, and the holy plates were only to be looked upon those who God had chosen, and since the Book of Mormon preached the divine right of kings, only those directly in the line of succession to the throne could see the plates, as well as God's chosen prophet.

Banija very quickly converted. By 1618, a majority of Banijans were Mormon, and the rest of the population was quickly being converted, either through persuasion. In early 1618, Kabonero III decided that, since the Banijans were God's chosen people, the land of the plates must lie in Banijan hands. They would take over the islands in accordance with God's will, and restore honor to God by making sure that his land was held by his chosen people. Then, of course, the crusades began. They stormed what was then known as the Sfantpunctukl Isles, and then conquered them. Kabonero III changed the Kingdom to an empire at the end of 1618, and changed his title from Kabaka to Maharaja(Banijan word for Emperor). He died in 1621.

They renamed the islands the Kobavu Islands, naming them after General Kobavu, who led the Banijan troops into battle. And then, for over 100 years, things were going well on the islands. Until, of course, the Romanussians came back for what they felt was rightfully their islands. And, unfortunately, the Romanussiansn had defeated the Banijans in 1729. They forced the Maharaja of the time, Wemusa II, to go over to the islands and recognize Romanussian control over the islands. That was probably the darkest moment in the history of the nation- The Shame of Banija. Anger was so high over the loss, after Wemusa II returned, he was so unpopular that the Lukiiko ordered him to hand over the crown, and his own son had him hanged.

However, since then, no Maharaja has been able to take back the islands. In 1731, Alanyo II, who had hanged his own father over the defeat, tried to take back that Kobavu Islands. He lost at sea. Kizza VIII tried to take them back in 1753, also to no avail. Zalaba II tried to take them back in 1795. The Romanussians, who were sick of the Banijan escapades at this moment, defeated Zalaba II, and then proceeded to shell Busukuma from the harbor, to show that they should not continue to invade the islands. They captured and killed his only son as well, the heir apparent, so the throne had to pass along to his brother, Akena. And then Akena III, the current Maharaja's father, tried to do the same thing in 1800- he was also soundly defeated.

The last four Maharajas had all tried to take these islands back into Banijan hands, and now, Maharaja Karungu was in charge of Banija. He had ruled for 5 years, and knowing that his past 4 predecessors had all tried and failed, that he would eventually have to try and reclaim the Kobavu islands. It was only justice that would make sure that Banija would retain possession over the islands that were so important to the country and its people. They were, of course, now 85 years away from the Shame of Banija, yet the wound was still fresh in the Banijan psyche. If Maharaja Karungu was able to retake the islands, then he would be elevated to an all-time great warrior, and an all-time great Monarch, maybe the greatest since Kabonero III.

Maharaja Karungu was slowly watching the situation play out in Romanussia. It seemed as if the questions of succession would be playing a big role in that country's politics going forward. Would they be able to effectively fight off Banija if internally divided? He wasn't sure if the time was right, but the Maharaja had to take this cue. He ordered that a meeting with his top military advisors would be held within the next week, to discuss the situation in Romanussia. Was the moment right? Would the young Michael II of Romanussia ferociously defend the islands like his fathers have? Only time would tell.

[Romanussia]

Part I, the Miltary and the Sovereign
Teodor Tudose, Grand Admiral of the Romanian Fleet, Constanta Socks, Sfant-punctul Isles

Tudose looked out to the great horizon. His flagship, the HMS Distrugerea , bobbed slowly up and down along the beaches of Constanta. He looked at the letter again:

"Dear most trusted Sir Tudose, I, King Michael II, have appointed you the leader of the somewhat notable military force of Romanussia deployed to the Sfant-punctul Isles. Your leadership and effort are needed while on this operation. Your title begins effectively once you receive the message. Romanussia and the Romanian people need you."

Tudose stared at the detailed seal of the Movila family, the royal house It's intricate curtain, shield, and sword designs. The lion and the knight's helmet. He rolled up the paper and was stuffing it in his haversack of supplies when someone caught his attention:

"Sir Tudose! Your force has arrived." exclaimed a well-dress advisor near King Michael II's horse. Michael was a grand figure, dressed in regal yet military clothes, hence his cravat, and his musket tucked away at his back, and his crown stood boldly on his sturdy head. Tudose stood up at once.

Part II, the Industrialist and the Workers
Lord August d'Hohenzollern
August had been appointed immediately in Michael's cabinet. He had an excellent education and was skilled in realpolitik and military domination. The two had grown up together. August had just arrived as a German immigrant when the two met at Alba Iulia. August now volunteered to industrialize his nation, patenting works of the gas lamp and the seed sower. He now stood as Prime Commissary to the country, a title equivalent to vice-president or prime minister. He gathered his papers at the podium in the Bucur Iulia Metal Mill. He had spoken the same speech to rally the cotton-workers to mass-produce new uniforms for the military and for the miners to speed up iron production for more money. While this would cause inflation, Romanussia had already passed a law that created the Nation Bank in Bucur Iulia, the capital. The bank would mint every single coin, keeping its value relatively the same, inflation or not, because of the law regarding the mint. with inflation now regulated, military spending was increased, and a call to arms of the country occurred. And August had volunteered to rally the people. He cleared his throat:

"Good people of Romanussia, our time has come. The legislative bodies abroad have prepared to make use of the situation. If we wish to secure our position on the world stage, we must band together....Are you with me?!"

"FOR OUR GLORY ROMANUSSIA!" the workers yelled back in reply, putting their fists in the air promptly. The place had already become an arms factory from the moment August said his speech.

[Kingdom of Tunisia]

Chapter 1, a Major Crisis of the Tunisian Sultanate

Sultan Jawhar al-Amer was finishing up his study book on his English skills as well as Geography. He was very concerned about the outside world where legends have spread around Tunisia about the mysterious land from the East. They're have been a legend about foreigners from China and Japan until they have returned back to Asia. This is before he was born from a Royal family. He would like to expand his military but must suppress the opposition party who are Republicans. The Kingdom of Tunisia is not a safe place to be but it will get better soon. He wrote a letter to King Carol about improving Tunisia's Economy.

To: King Carol
From: Sultan Jawhar al-Amer V
Our Kingdom is on the brink of collapse and a state of emergency has been declared against the Opposition party known as the Tunisian Republican Party. It will be helpful if you can send us some supplies to keep us from collapsing. I have been crowned Sultan of Tunisia 2 months ago. May Allah bless you!

[The Protacan-Anzotac Peoples]

Luxington Docks, Brumley

The marine guard sincerely protected by the docks by any means and have put down several flared up rebellions by liberals. One day during the working hour, a unknown socialist dockman stood on top of barrel and shouted "Liberty or Death!" "For The Rebellion!", then some 70 socialist took out their swords, rocks, muskets, flintlocks, pitchforks, etc and ambushed the guards. The marines were forced to fall back inland, losing 100 men from the ambush and over 50 from the battle duration. The socialist lost 27 but still won and claimed Luxington as rebellion controlled. General Herman Cosan ordered a offensive attack, it failed do to the strategic set up defenses by the rebellers. The man who headed this rebellion was Lord Victor Gage, a wealthy, noble man thats family has been a rival of the Rambarts for decades. King William had Admiral Vorian Janson, The 99th Sea Lord of Anzotac, to take back the docks but failed severely and was wounded. Luxington is the most richest and most active port in Anzotac, it is a key location to control during a war, whoever controls Luxington controls 1/3 of Anzotac's Navy.

Victor moved inland towards Rosburg capturing the town easily winning against its Milita. William deployed the Imperial Guard, 6,000 soldiers to hold them off. The two sides met on Havan's Field, both suffered a sufficient amount of casualties and declared it a draw. Both charged back for Havan 4 times before finally making camp. The Socialist were losing ammo but The Imperial Guard recieved 20 crates full of ammunition. The Socialist charged with bayonets, conserving ammo, they unfortunately lost and mowed down by the artillery and muskets of the guard. William however was not fond of his victory. He wanted to end rebellions, so he gave a raise to the liberals and socialist, he also gave them riches and rations.

Fort Bramble, Versati Province

Federalist were angered of this and went on strike and eventually a full revolution, they headed violent protest to school shootings, they terrorized all throughtout Anzotac. Project Astra was put into place by William, 300,000 soldiers marched through the streets arresting all possible rebellious suspects. Houses were burned, towns raided and over 1 million people suspected of rebelling were arrested. William even suspected his own brother to be against him and had him killed. William named himself High Dictator of Anzotac, no more elective monarchy, but now tyranny. He gave himself full control, his advisers and councillors were disbanded and detained incase they decided to share information with the liberals. The Homing Act was passed stating soldiers had legal right to stay in your home aswell as take your valuables if necessary. Corrupt lords and nobles were appointed to his advisery board and council, the military proposed a draft of 400,000...They recieved 790,000 and the military demanded 17+ years of age must join.

It was truly a black rule for Anzotac.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Vallonia

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Vallonia. Vallonia, the birthplace of the Germanic tribes, the heartland of the Wolfvolk- the ancestors of modern-day Vallonians- and the center of the Germanic world. Vallonia had always lied on a crossroads between three cultural worlds: Latin, Norse, and Germanic, they all intersected here in the fertile valleys, frigid northern plains, and towering mountain peaks of Vallonia. Each made their imprint on the nation; in the far north, the provinces of Saaxeland and Daaneland carried on the Nordic legacy left behind by their former owners; in the rich heartland of the nation, Romanesque politics and fashion had forever entrenched themselves into Vallonia's ruling class; and, of course, everywhere, above all else, German heritage was prevalent.

Nowhere was this cultural triumvirate more visible than Kronenburg, the crowning jewel on Imperator Siegwulf's glorious circlet, the capital of all Vallonia. The proud city contained endless rows of Germanic, Tudor-style houses, tall, slope-roofed Nordic longhouses, and majestic aqueducts and government buildings constructed in the Roman style. From the marble palace, rising above all of Kronenburg, Siegwulf could gaze out at the nucleus of his empire at marvel at its splendor, a regular activity for the man whenever his head buzzed with thought and he needed to clear it.

Today was one of those days. As the Imperator, in flowing robes befitting a man of his supreme stature, paced his high balcony, he pondered the events of the day. A golden-haired, breathless messenger boy had burst into his throne room without warning, a pair of liveried guardsmen close behind him but unwilling to harm such a young Vallonian. Luckily, the courier had caught his majesty in one of his best moods.

Bowing low to the floor, the boy slowly approached the Imperator, handing him a tattered scroll of parchment embossed with the familiar seal: that of the Cherbourg family. The Cherbourgs were an immensely powerful political dynasty within Romanussia, and, with Siegwulf's private encouragement, had marshaled an army of Germanic soldiers (including a band of Vallonian mercenaries) with which to contest the Romanian throne. The Cherbourgs were distant relatives of his, and to have a Vallonian sitting on the Romanian throne- Siegwulf had leaped at the opportunity, stopping short of declaring war for his cousins only after the cautioning of his advisors.

He had expected the message to carry news of Heinrich's (the Cherbourg claimant) smashing victory over the troops of vacillating King Carol; but his blue eyes darkened with malice as he read. Not only had Heinrich's forces been routed on the field of battle, but he himself had been killed, struck down personally by the exiled bastard of Carol, Michael, who, after his great victory, had deposed his craven father and been crowned Great King of Romanussia. This had been too much to bear.

Now he thought carefully of what he had to do. Carol, Michael II's predecessor, had been weak-willed, acquiescing to Siegwulf's demands if he ever pressed them, and never challenging him militarily. But this new King, this new rival, was a different story. What little information his advisors could gather on the man suggested that he was brave and determined; but he was also young and inexperienced, and he could be manipulated and coerced.

Siegwulf was interrupted by footsteps behind him. Another, older courier stepped forward, bowed, and handed him a letter, this one sealed by the great pompous crest of Romanussia. Tearing it open, Siegwulf scanned it, his mustached lips quickly breaking into a large smile. Michael had sent out a plea for allies. He was naïve, exploitable; and Siegwulf wasn't going to miss another opportunity.

Rushing back inside, he sat at his grand desk and pulled out a blank sheet of parchment and a steel-nibbed pen, a very recent Vallonian invention Siegwulf had happily adopted. Scrawling a message in loopy Latin cursive- he had been taught the blasted language as a boy, and, despite his grumblings, it had its uses- he sealed the letter inside a thick envelope and stamped it with a blooming seal marking it as the Imperator's personal correspondence.

He repeated the process, until he had two identical envelopes, one addressed to Michael and one to one of his staunchest allies and closest friends, the ruler of Gebeta, Vallonia's sister country.

To: Great King Michael II of Romanussia
From: Imperator Siegwulf I of Vallonia
Greetings, and congratulations on your ascension to the throne. I am glad to see the end of your father, and the beginning of a new era in your nation. But before alliances and treaties and friendships can be forged, we will need to lay the groundwork of our relationship.
I would be honored to invite Your Majesty to a meeting at my summer palace near the city of Gornau, which is near your own country. The ruler of Gebeta will also, hopefully, be in attendence. There we can perhaps begin an alliance between our three noble peoples.
Sincerely,

To: The Ruler of Gebeta
From: Imperator Siegwulf I of Vallonia
Greetings, old friend! You must have also heard of the ascension of Michael II to the Romanian throne. He is a naïve fool, and we can take advantage of him easily to gain much territory and influence over his nation. I would be honored to invite Your Majesty to a meeting at my summer palace near the city of Gornau, which is near your own country. Michael II of Romanussia will also, hopefully, be in attendance. There we can exploit him.
Sincerely,

[Romanussia]

Part III, the Diplomats and the Journey
The Older Brothers of Michael II, Vlad and Basarab Movilla, Chilia Outpost

Vlad stood eagerly at the elegant window on the side of the tower, a gas lamp had lit the room he was in, an Oval Office in a grand tower along the Wall, a structure meant to seal Romanussia from the outside. It's making was cued when Romanussia had grown weary of Germanic trouble. But now that the Cherbourgs were purged entirely, the next step had began. Micahel, who was already at Constanta serving to protect Romanussia's flank at the sea had no time to formally meet with the Vallonians and the Gebeteans. So his brothers were sent to carry out diplomatic actions, serving as attachés. They both were very uninterested in being king. But both were masters of realpolitik. Vlad was painting a mural for his brother, King Michael II, when Basarab, his other brother who he was very fond of, stepped in the tower.

"It's time..." Basarab said. The lad held a parchment in his hand, a letter to the ruler of Tunisia.

Dear Sultan Jawhar al-Amer V, Carol has retired his position to rightful heir and new king of Romanussia, King Michael II. We have received your letter. Romanussia wants to improve your state and end this state of emergency. But our country is in a divide of itself recurrently. And the world now stands at a point of intervention. You need your help as much as we need you. Troops on Chilia are ready to cross into Tunisia as a volunteer force to work with you, and they bring caravans of supplies. But we need you to help us, too. Romanussia values you greatly. Please join a cooperation, no an alliance. A new age has come. Let us, together, be part of it. - Basarab of Romanussia

Basarab would trek through much land and in the territory of the raiders to find Tunisia, a crucial ally it might sway. There was also talk that we would go to Skarten, too.

Vlad and Basarab stepped out. Then, abruptly, they froze. They were stricken and collapsed. They were having a vision. Vlad was squirming around being carried by guards...and two silhouettes of regal figures was a small distance seaway. He was carried out the window and then he fell down, but it blackened just before he hit the ground...then, it switched to Basarab freezing, laying in the snow, bleeding profusely...then there was a...a...gunshot. Soldiers were firing at each other. A commander rallied his troops before getting shot in the head. It was war. But this war was pure slaughter. It looked like a Great War. A war to end all other wars. Vlad woke up just as quickly as he had somewhat fell asleep. He was in a private residence now, laying beneath regal velvet covers ina quaint cabin. He looked at his arms. He almost jumped. It was a rifle. A note was attached:

For protection against the trouble-making Germans. Welcome to Gornau. Welcome to Vallonia. - Your dearest brother, Michael

Whatever he sensed before was an omen.
"War...it's coming..." Vlad whispered to himself, grasping his sweaty, nervous fingers on the rifle.

[Romanussia]

Part IV, the Special Case of the Anzotac Imperium
Alex Tudose, son of the Grand Admiral of Romanussia, Anzotac capital

Alex burst through the meetings no of the court, a crowd of people behind him.

Around half-an-hour earlier

Alex looks back on the conversation now:
"Remember why your here." Grand Admiral of the Romanian Fleet, Teodor Tudose said to his rather impatient yet intelligent and and masterful son.

"Get the Anzotac Imperium on our side...yeah, yeah..." Alex always trailed off when he wasn't really listening. He was supposed to be in his room drawing, but his father insisted that when he had seen his son make a speech to the Romanian court, he had insisted that he tried to spur the Anzotacs into an alliance, with supplies being shipped to the country for alliance and military support. Even King Michael was interested in the lad's talent. So, Alex was sent, for a rigid power balance had already emerged, and Romanussia needed to be on the winning scale. But Alex was thinking about other things, like spreading Liberalism to the country.

But now Alex was rallying the people at the Anzotac capital, and he began to clear his throat.

[Kingdom of Tunisia]

Chapter 2, Meeting of several Sutanates

People of Tunisia! The Sultan would like to assemble several different sultanates from different cultures to speak in terms of a Political Crisis. King Carol is invited as well. The meeting will start after the raid has come to a halt. Opinions are welcomed. I hope the meeting goes well as expected. May Allah bless you!

"The King must die!" a group of 4,800 Peasants throughout Tunisia has protested against the monarchy. A man with a

[The Protacan-Anzotac Peoples]

Anzotac Capital, Imperial Palace

"Damn, Damn, Damn, i'll have Michael's head! sending a impeccable boy to spread liberalism throughout our nation, the one thing we've been fighting for decades. I want the shock cavalry to run those liberalist fools down outside. Then whoever is left will be killed by infantry, and bring me that damned boy Alex!"

8,000 Shock Cavalry rode through the liberalist bunch, running them down and killing them with their sword. 5,000 infantry soldiers finished the job, 12,000 liberalist civilian supporters/protesters died. Alex was found near a haycart and brought to William, he was stripped of his values, and stripped of his clothes down to his shorts. He was put in a non ventilated area, with no warmth. Trade was closed to Romanussia and war was declared. 389,000 soldiers prepared, 33 ships were also prepared. Unless Romanussia could come up with a treaty there will be war. William placed Sir Harren Harroway in charge of the military and Admiral Alexander Coswell was appointed Head of The Navy, now being the 100th Sea Lord of Anzotac.

William changed his rule from dictator to a absolute monarchy. Martial Law, the draft, and homing act stayed active.

Lundendoff Bridge, Rosworth

"Colonel! They are pushing with bayonets! We have barely any ammo neither do they but we won't last here! These liberals have taken the bridge, we must fall back!"

"Get your men and retreat, ill sound the bugle to retreat, we've lost our first bridge"

"Sir! We have 290 men dead, and 90 wounded our defenses won't be able to hold off their charges"

The colonel sounded the bugle and Anzotac soldiers quickly retreated.

"We'll head of to Stanton"


Fort Winston, Erwin City

"Captain! the liberalist artillery has broken up our wall, our supply lines are stretched to thin and most of our reserve ammunition exploded when a fire lit from a cannon."

"We can no longer hold this fort, we will retreat to Stanton and make a hold their, hopefully our forces defending the bridge have beat them back otherwise we can already say Anzotac has lost"

Port Ramford, Rockford County

"Commodore! Our ships have been burned, reported liberals have opened fire on us, we do not have an garrison here, 100 sailors who know how to use guns defend the ships but thats about it.,"

"Prepare my reserve ship and board as many sailors as possible, we cannot afford to lose naval officials. We've lost this port, we'll dock in Stanton, hopefully Fort Winston is defending well, they are the only thing that splits liberals from the outside to enter.

[Banija]

Karuziika Palace, Busukuma, National Capitol Region, Banija

Maharaja Rukungu had gathered all of his military advisors at the Karuziika Palace. It was his house, of course, but it was also the seat of government. The original purpose had been to talk about righting a wrong, an recovering the Kabuvo islands. However, they had to look right beyond their own borders, at a much more urgent, much more present threat- a republican revolution happening inside their Northeast neighbor, Anzotac.

Because of the Romanussian continued occupation of the Kabuvo Islands, and their humiliation of 5 Banijan Monarchs in succession, the two nations had never been the best of friends. The two nations, of course, had been bitter rivals. When you battle as often as these nations do, and the results as so one-sided as they have been, there is going to be something deeper, some deep-rooted anger between the two nations. There was certainly no love lost between the two countries.

That is what turned their attention to the Anzotac Revolution currently ongoing. Banijans, because of their faith, were enlightened and believed in the divine right of kings. God had given Banija and every nation a King to rule over, because a special King, endowed with the authority of God, with his descent continued by blood, is the only person who can make decisions in the best interest of a nation. A republican state? A Republican state would do absolutely nothing.

Of course, there were 3 people in the room with him here. There was Isebantu Kizza, Isebantu being the Banijan term for Crown Prince. Isebantu Kizza was the only son of Maharaja Rukungu, and therefore was 1st in line to the throne. He was the difference between the throne being continued in Rukungu's lineage,or the crown being passed over to another brother. There was also General Besigye, the chief officer of the Army, and Admiral Kajoba, the chief officer of the Royal Navy.

"What even is socialism?" Said Maharaja Rukungu. "What are these rabble rousers going on about? Is this Romanussia trying to destabilize the Banijan neighborhood?"

"Your Majesty", said General Besigye. "Socialism is the belief that the workers should take control of the means of the production. They want to overthrow the system- the state, monarchies, religion, and establish an athiest, republican state, where birth means absolutely nothing."

"An abomination!" Said Maharaja Rukungu. "What is this? And they are being fought off. We need to help our brothers and sisters in Antozac."

"Your Majesty", said Isebantu Kizza. Even though he was crown prince, he had to address his father formally. "We have more intelligence. Rumor has it that the Romanussians have filtered among the protesters".

"Gosh darn it!" Said Maharaja Rukungu. "What is this? We need to offer help now. Didn't he just change his own title to King?" Everyone nodded in response. "Then we are on a crusade. We are protecting the divine right of Kings, if we offer our help here. And, of course, that crazy philosophy cannot spread down to our great country. The twin foundations of this country- God and Kings- cannot be overturned under any circumstances."

The Isebantu was charged, of course, with writing a letter. He had heard gruesome rumors- 12,000 dead? But if he was to be Banija's next Maharaja, success here would lead to him being able to do better going forward.

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To: William of Anzotac

I am writing to you directly from the South, on behalf of my father, the Maharaja, forever-may-he-reign. I am his son, and my nae is Kizza.
 We have heard rumors that the Romanussians, the country that has committed evil against both God and Banija plenty of times, is supported rioters and looters and republicans in your country. That is absolutely unacceptable to us here in Busukuma.

If you approve, we can provide you with additional manpower, and fight alongside your country to crush these rabble rousers. We have a mutual interest in making sure they are put down- we don't want a Romanussian puppet state, nor do we want those kinds of ideas to spread to the heads of those in our country. We also propose a summit between myself and yourself at convenience, though we understand that might take time, so that we can establish deeper ties. We are neighbors, after all, and we can't allow the Germanic states to overrun our part of the continent.

From,
Isebantu Kizza

[The Protacan-Anzotac Peoples]

Imperial Palace, Anzotac

"My king, Benija has wrote us a letter saying they will help us."

"Well, we need a lot of help, our forces are being pushed back to Stanton, we have more soldiers than guns, spare rations, and ammunition..And still no word from Fort Cosan.."

Fort Cosan, Dohavan
"Force..s...de..pleted...send...help" the last words a dying soldier wrote on a message and sent it off on a pigeon.

Fort Cosan was utterly destroyed by Federalist, they are two times as harsh as regular liberals. No prisoners were kept by the Federalist..

The remaining officers and soldiers retreat to Stanton.

The revolutionist attack on 4 fronts now, Stanton to Willbury is their last hope.

Willbury Settlement, Versati Province

"General, reports of several losses, Lundendoff, Winston, Port, and Fort Cosan. Willbury and Stanton are our last stands. Hopefully, Benija can send support in time.

Stanton, Versati Province

"Lord Robert!, retreating forces from Port, Lundendoff, and Winston have arrived, defenses have been set up and fresh troops are in place"

"Good, have those 12 pounders in front, close off all possible entry points."

Willbury Settlement, Versati Province

"Here they come!!" shouted an artillery corporal.

The Battle of Willbury lasted several hours, however, Willbury did not last as they were not in a good enough position like Stanton. Liberals circled around and attacked Stanton front and back.

Stanton, Versati Province

"Major, Lord Robert has fallen and so has Colonel Sanders from Lundendoff, you are the last remaining highest officer, any orders?

"Just keep fighting, no doubt we'll lose this but we must inflict heavy casualties upon them"

Those were Major Victen Harden's last words before a liberal stabbed in his gut with a bayonet. Stanton's garrison lasted 17 more minutes before being destroyed. William had every soldier posted on the outskirts of the capital, 589,900 soldiers. In the distance you could hear the determined liberalist, Benija is our last and only hope.

[Romanussia]

Part V, Child’s Play
Alex Tudose, Right outside the border of Banija
Alex ran was fast as he could. His feet were sore. His arms ached. His new clothes were baggy and scratchy, however he did steal them from a peasant. His experience didn’t end well, but he knew something that might save his mission. He knew that the Baijans have already supported the Anztotacs, and that war was coming. Soon he ran into a garrison on the border. The soldiers stopped him.

“You there!” one said. Alex stopped and turned around. “It's him! A Romanian, I tell you! Kill him!” a colonel said.

The soldier approached and readied his rifle. So Alex readied his words.

“You Banijans think us so nast, don’t you? Think we humiliated you for no reason, eh? But you have no idea what’s coming....And when it comes, the politicians will not care fore your life bleeding out for nothing....And you believe me to spread socialism? Propaganda! I was cleansing a dictatorship, making it one for Democratic means, I was spreading liberalism. For the soldiers and for the people. So tell me, would you like to be in a nation where your voice doesn’t matter?” Alex blurted out.

“So do it then, shoot me...” Alex said, spreading his hands out. But the soldier put his rifle down.

[Romanussia]

Part VII, the Church
August d’Hohenzollern

August took in the glory of the grand building, its archways and towers and much more. But he went on...he knew his mission. He stepped inside the Great Chruch and stopped over the greet the most important figure in Romanian Orthodox Christianity, Patriarch Cosmin, as he stepped into Cosmin’s holy residence. The man looked up, to see August stepping over to him. August bowed, by Cosmin held up his hand, “I am not royalty, just one of you made the prophet of God.” the man said before shaking hands with August.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, I hope you know why I’m here.l

Cosmin nodded before speaking once again, “Yet, I see a war coming, something that forbade me from being so sympathetic with the state, or any state.” Cosmin said. So, he felt the tension, too.

“Please, influence and money from the Chruch that we are as,in is only a small bit...how will Romanussia defend God from the rest of the infidels. They call us the rat of the world, say we have done crimes against our divine, most worshipped God!”

Cosmin gasped.

“If it is a dire need for it, then I must act on the will of God to swear duty to his followers. I promise you that we will help you, but know there is a tolerance for impatience that is very slim in me.” Cosmin warned.

Romanussia was growing more powerful by the day.

[Romanussia]

Part VIII, the King and the other Country
Michael II of Romanussia

Michale put his quill down after hours of drafting and crumpling papers and scribbling furiously in his best script and manner.

He lifted it up to look at it.

Dear William, the majesty of the Anzotac Imperium,
Your government is not stable. In fact, I may not have to lift a finger to settle this, but your people will. I never meant for Alex to start a revolution. That I will settle for later. But I ask you, do you think Banija helped you because of your dire position? No, they are here to maintain the status quo and to form a coalition against my government for the occupation of the Sfant-punctual Isles. If it pleases you, I was meaning to send Alex as a member of your court to put down the rebels, but you don’t get it do you? With all do respect, and I am truly sorry and condemn the tone I have spread throughout the parchment, but you see can’t really change it now since I’ve crumpled and destroyed so many other drafts I might as well just have cut down a forest, I am helping others to se the light. To follow Romanussia into a new age. We have great shipment and trade throughout the sea, and we can help you dearly. So, what will you do?

[The Protacan-Anzotac Peoples]

Outskirts of Imperial Palace, Anzotac Capital

357,000 defenders lay dead, the liberals and federalist merged and stormed the city and palace, thousands of innocents dead. William was beheaded the next, the liberalist and federalist decided to put his son, Harold Rambart on the throne, he was named the High King of Anzotac, he replenished his army with liberals and federalist and Admiral George Hampton was named 101th Sea Lord of The Navy. Harold took the letter sent by Romanussia and read it.

"Even though a new era has begun, what about Romanussia? They will start a war and talks of socialist loyalist here in Anzotac. I will muster up an army and march towards the border of Romanussia."

"I agree to this my liege, I will accompany you and help muster up some volunteers"

"We will have war, and we will take Romanussia at all cost"


Fort Myers, Near the border to Romanussia

"My king, we've mustered up 470,000 soldiers and 30,000 milita, on your command we will begin the invasion"

"Jolly good general, we shall make camp here, and if Romanussia does not make a treaty in 24 hours, we will attack.

Fort Raman, Versati Province

"Sergeant, the king has told us rally 9,000 volunteers and march to Benija to recieve their supplies and soldiers."

"Prepare them, corporal, I will be ready in a minute"


Castle Mayfrad, Brumlen

"We cannot let this boy maintain his throne, he had a chance not to get destroyed by becoming king but truly continues his father's plans. I want a retinue of 17,000 mounted lancers, were going to redirect the boy's attention back inland by plundering villages. Then we'll plunder him.

[Romanussia]

Part IX, the Special Case of Romanussia
Micahel II of Romanussia

Michael was pacing around his tower when he received it...as a courier stepped in to hand him a letter. Micahel was infuriated.

“The fools...”

Micahel was surrounded by threats, and now there was this, the Anzotac Imperium, he could not hav this. He needed an ally, but even Tunisia still thought the Carol was still on th throne. He needed Gebeta or Skarten. Micahel sat down and wrote at a brisk pace.

The Treaty of Chilia Outpost
If you wish to have a treaty then so be it...you shall receive an ultimatum.

Michael thought back to the liberalists, the Romanian liberalists who were no such socialists and had fought hard to bring Romanussia’s democracy, in no such fashion of socialism one bit, to other countries. He continued to write

Romanian liberalist seems are at your palace, disgusted by your accusation of being socialist and ready to put Romanussia’s democracy at your country. My great troops are ready. You have no border with us except the sea, and my troops are already prepared to storm there. So, I ask you nicely, give me Liberty or Give Me Death!

Michael sent it to the Anzotacs.
Part X, the Diplomat in Tunisia

Basarab stood nervously to the door of the palace of Tunisia when people started to riot. Basarab spoke:
“How many deeds has your Sultan done for you? How many do you promise this new authoritarian socialist way of revolution will get you? Do you not already see the anger form other countries when the status quo is broken? So side with your Sultan, a man of righteous ness not one who you know will bring disaster...” the people looked around, obviously hearing and liking Basarbaks words. Then a voice yelled:
“Our glory, Tunisia!”
The chant caught on quickly and soon the Sultan appeared before them on the steps to the palace. The crowd cheered for him. The Sultanwas confused but welcomed Basarab in.

[The Protacan-Anzotac Peoples]

Fort Myers, Near Romanussia Border

"I want all troops to pull back, we will not attack"

"Why the sudden change my king?"

The king stayed silent and turned around, the ultimatum of Romanussia was ignored. The king went back to his palace and started handling national affairs.

Imperial Palace, Anzotac Capital

"King Harold Rambart, The Third of His Name, Lord Protector and High King of Anzotac has ended the war! No casualties! And is to stand trial for a war under false pretense.

Hyeria Summit, Brumlen
3 hours into the meeting

"All who agree to his execution, say I, all those who oppose say nay"

34 I
29 Nay

"I, John Fargo, Secretary of The Justice Council hereby sentence King Harold III to death by hanging"

"Lord Arthur Nymar will serve as Lord Protector and King Regent of Anzotac, the justice council will have the power to overrule Arthur's decisions and plans for 24 hours.

Bethel Intersection, Brumlen, Hanging Ceremony

"Any last words my king?"

"No, I will die with honor"

"Very well, release the rope"

40,000 watched as Harold died. Arthur took over, but there was of course a plot, the plot to ruin Anzotac.

[Romanussia]

Part XI, the Plot to save Anzotac
August d'Hohenzollern

August looked nervously on the sea. He had heard of Alex's plight and wished not to be on this trip. But now that Romanussia had rejuvenated its power, it was time to handle the world theatre.

"No causing trouble, you are a diplomatic envoy, hand of the new King Arthur."

August didn't need to hear the mission again or his responsiblities from a Corporal. So he went over the head of the ship, his sweaty fingers grasping on the deck showing his anxiety.

"Land ho!"

August looked up wherto he would serve as an advisor to King Arthur, the coastline of the Anzotac Imperium.

[The Protacan-Anzotac Peoples]

Arthur welcomed August graciously, he had an aide give august a tour of the capital, and give him a prominent bedroom. Arthur named August his Head Advisor of National Affairs and Heir Apparent until he marries and has son. Later that day, a man in Gerontown claimed himself to be Luthor Rambart, younger brother of William Rambart. He was only believed to be a Rambart because he wielded the Anzotacian sword, "Ruby", he rallied 18,000 milita volunteers, armed with swords, muskets and pistols and marched towards Rosby Station, the local garrison was easily defeated and Rosby was taken.

Arthur had his advisor deal with this.

[Romanussia]

Part XII, the Speech against the Revolt
Ausgust d'Hohenzollern

August stood at the center of the mass, people throwing objects and booing at him. But he stood strong. He knew they were going to welcome Luthor, a threat, and pretender to the throne. August yelled these very words as loud as possible:
"This Luthor bases his claim on a sword and on a slaughter of our people. He says he deserves to be your leader, but at what cost to you? The cost of the free speech you so terribly fought for. He will impose a new monarchy, a totalitarian cabinet. Is that what you want? Another evolution? You are ina power vacuum. Always going to revolt, never a single stable government. Your country will be in ashes the second he is coronated. We are not your enemy! The socialists are! The lad before me, Alex Tudose, tried to usher in an era that will stay for the light of democracy! Not for the light of these radicals and anarchists! So I ask of you? Which side are you truly on?" the speech empowered the crowd. They put their arms down. Each and everyone soon registered as militia and troops, as the Anzotac army was decimated revolt after revolt.

August had proved himself for the very first time.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Lewiston, Arcadia

Hannes Neubert

Lewiston was a city near the southern and Arcadia, while they were on the June bay. In the Mountains the Arcadian government built a massive defensive wall to fend off against any possible attack, and since the wall didnt get here there was a massive Army garrison in the city. He walked down the street with wagons moving past him, he was to catch a train to BayJune to meet with the owner of several factories both here in Lewiston and BayJune. As he walked across the street a nearby wagon kicked up dust in his face and he moved to the sidewalk and covered his eyes. He soon continued to move to the train station. As he arrived he showed the ticket taker his ticket and was allowed through. When the train did arrive he walked onboard and once more showed his ticket to an employee checking all who entered the train. As the train flared to life it built up speed and now began the path to BayJune.

Casatolo, Arcadia

Freiherr Niclas Munche

He walked the halls of the castle wand was preparing for a meeting with the king of Romanussia. As all he needed was packed he and several honor guards and his top servant were enroute to the train station that would lead them to a major port in Acadia city. After he future meeting in Romanussia he would be travelling to Nova Capile do discuss an alliance between two Germanic states. Both meetings would be to discuss alliances or military bases in their nations.

Chanoît, Arcadia

Chester Richmond

Chanoît was a small farming town fifty miles away from Farvou which is where most crops from central Arcadia go to get shipped through out the country. His father was a bar owner and his mother a teacher, he was 13 and his oldest brother was 17 and getting ready to join the Royal Navy. His parents were immigrants and they moved here due to food shortages in Abasis. While it only affected the dirt poor he heard his father tell him it was getting worse.

Chester worked with his dad in the bar, his job was to wash dishes and clean up at night, he was kept away from the alcohol and during the bi yearly festivals he had to work multiple days out of the week which only gave him a day to celebrate out of the whole week. Tomorrow his class would be travelling to Farvou to see the Central Agricultural Trade which would provide many of his classmates jobs or be dependent on the CAT. The CAT wasnt going to affect him since he wanted to move to the colonies overseas to work on merchant ship.

[Romanussia]

Part XIII, the Diplomat
Vlad Movilla

Vlad braved the great city of Gornau, wandering around to get acclimated to the people and the country. He walked happily along the great streets of the Vallonian capital and decided to stop by a pub

There were many crowded among the bar, and some crowded around the tables where they ate. Vlad sat down at a table and began to drink the beer he bought. That's when his ear had caught a rumor. A whisper among the costumers:
"Did you hear? The majesty of Arcadia is going to meet the Vallonians and the Gebetans here in Kroneburg. That is after he meets with Michael II."

Vlad almost spat out his beer. He had to greet the king. Whether in Gornau or not. But he settled himself down and thought to first meet with the grand Siegwulf of Vallonia.

[Anapoltania]

Setrograd, Anapoltania

Tzar Daniel Ilyich

The nation was a mess, the economy in ruins and the nation his father fought to take ahold of is no longer worth the stuggle, the nation's military is deployed across the nation to put down riots and instill order in the streets. Farmers in the northern border are in open rebellion against military forces as of now it is contained but soon the fires of revolution may spread like wildfire. He walked down the hall of his palace and looked out a window and saw a city, one in a mere shadow of its former glory, sometimes he wished the civil war his father started never happened. Ever since he died in 1799, the Duma has taken power from the Tzar which has instilled corruption in the government from the highest and lowest levels. They were forced to trade with the Arcadians just to stay afloat. The debt they owed to Arcadia and their southern neighbor could lead to the crash of whats left of an already crumbling economy if they call the debt. As he walked away from the window he walked to the courtyard. As he reached the courtyard he saw a soldier on watch, as he walked down the walkway he knew if things got bad he needed to make sure his family was to leave to a neutral state. There have been talks of attacking Arcadia and thier Southern neighbor but he knew the country couldnt handle either nation, if they win the spoils will keep the government afloat but if they loose it will be the end of the Tzar. He has been able to stave off the plans for war, but its not the external threats he is worried is about he is worried about the communists in the North and the ultra nationalists in the east.

As he reentered the ballroom hall. He was met by Field Marshal Kornolov , the top general in the Armed Forces. He spoke "Sir, communist riots have broken out in the University of Alepol, the Army is engaged in the area, sir I suggest we instate martial law and suspend the Duma." The Tzar paused and spoke "Go ahead Field Marshal, do what needs to be done."

[Skarten]

The Empire of Skarten
The Northern Archipelago

It was a cold day in Skarten,just like most.But this was no ordinary day.
The Skartenian empire always relied heavily on their sea. They lived in a archipelago, so trading was common even in early times.But in these times, this was taken to a whole new level. The industrial revolution hit the islands heavily, and their economy too. Positively, thank god.
Now,Skarten exported industrialized goods to around the world.
But something was holding off a lot of potential. While steam-powered ships helped, the trip to get to other countries took a lot of time. Principally to the large number of nations to the East and south.
But there was a way to fix this.
Railways.
Steam-Powered railways were a rather new technology, but they proven effective. They were getting better and better.
But, the Skartenian Empire didn't have any Land in the main land of the Old world.Thus, it was decided. They would expand mainland.Just to the south of the main Skartenian island, there was a peninsula, that would fit well.
It was decided today, that the Empire would grow.
Troops were being mobilized,transport ships being moved to the port.
This Was The Start.