A New Beginning (Post-Roman Empire Tech) (IC)

[Providence and Port Hope]

And begin!

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[Providence and Port Hope]

Bump...

[Divusia]

The situation the United Empires is terrible. Widespread famine, low fertility leading to a lack of agricultural produce, and of course, general unhappiness. Every week, people were dying by the hundreds.

Emperor Louis, Gaulic king of Corsica, wants to solve this problem. With permission from the archbishop, and consequently the king of Sardinia, Emperor Primus, he sends an emissary to the agriculturally strong state of Sichelea Ranum.

The emissary requests a trade agreement to be established between the two nations -- 50 bars of gold and silver for 100 bushels of wheat.

"This is the best way out of the situation," Louis sighs to himself. "Unlike that Spanish brother of mine, I do not resort to violence."

Meanwhile, King Alfonso of Balearica conscripts a force of 1500 men -- 500 lords and 1000 peasants. These men are hungry and armed with nothing but leather pads and swords and javelins, but very much willing to fight. King Alfonso's reason is that what the people really need is more land to support overpopulation. The lords do not object and support him in his campaign.

In four weeks the 1500 soldiers disembark in Valencia, led by King Alfonso himself.

[Providence and Port Hope]

OOC: Finally a reply!

IC: King of Sichelea, Angelo IV meets with the Corsican emmisary:

"It is well for your leader to send you with this request. I would be glad to make a trade myself, if it was up to me, but your best hope is to seek trade from the nobles of this fair land. Alfonzo of Sierakus and Clemente of Mseena are very well known for fair and kind trading. I myself can trade with you for half the price you have offered. Return to Corsica, and tell your emperor that by the end of Lammastide, you can pray that your stomachs will be filled for the winter."

[Mikia]

The News of the Fallen Rome had hit Tzar Nicolo hard a colossus suddenly without warning collapsing it was unbelievable, yet usable at last the Crimean empire can be the trade power it was always meant to be. "lord Fedus to me" ordered the Tzar. "yes my lord" said an approaching hefty man in purple robes "what service do you require?" "We are sheltered and small" boomed the Tzar "we must begin trading, have our men secure a line to the silk road and the East." "yes my lord" replied the man "any other missions?" the Tzar pondered this for a while and said "yes infact there is i need you to get the Knights of Tyras and tell them to get 3,000 of their best knights and head up the Dnieper river and conquest it all." the Lord looked hesitant at first but soon replied "yesss at once my lord" he proceeded to deliver the messages

[Cymrea]

A sigh escaped her lips, the only indication of her weariness with the shortsighted arguments from her Circle of Archons. In a clear, strong alto Queen Rhiannon issued her decree.

"My lords, we cannot prosper if we continue to skirmish with Brittany. We shall send to Brittany a diplomatic party to extend the olive branch, and the first item I shall offer is an acknowledgment of Brittany's possession and sovereignty over the islands of Jersey and Guernsey."

Her archons grumbled anew. But not long.

"Silence!" The queen had heard enough dissent. "I have spoken on the matter and it is concluded. We shall cease any claims on the islands, and we shall have a lasting peace with Brittany." She took a deep breath and slowly released it.

"The party shall be led by an archdruid of the Oak; their order is skilled in diplomacy. Since Brittany also maintains a druidic faith, the safety and sanctity of our envoy should be secure."

Lord Owainn o Querica, the Primus of Cornwall, voiced the obvious protest. "Surely Your Majesty would not send the mission without Praetorians to guard them."

"If we are to demonstrate a sincere overture of peace, then I will make that demonstration clear. The diplomatic party shall be unarmed."

The archons murmurred their assent.

"See that they depart within the fortnight. Now, the aqueduct in Londinium requires repairs and expansion...."

[Divusia]

King Louis decides to show his gratitude. He orders his finest craftsmen to construct a crown out of 500 carats of gold and silver and a golden scepter blessed by Archbishop Primus, and sends them to Angelo IV. He then sends two emissaries to arrange a trade agreement between the United Empires and the lords Alfonzo and Clemente.

Meanwhile, the conquest of King Alfonso has been finished. Of the 1500 troops deployed, only 700 remain, most of whom are heavily wounded due to weakness, hunger and poor equipment. But the lands they see are fertile and full of good hope. Here, crops and livestock flourish wildly.

"Llarga vida Rei Alfonso!" cry the Balearicans, raising the personal banner of King Alfonso. Over 6000 Balearican immigrants migrate to Valencia. Balearica is now the pride and envy of the United Empires.

"Highness there is a problem," declares Alfonso's closest adviser. "Our scouts have discovered that our newfound territory is very vulnerable to all sorts of raids. I highly suggest we levy more troops to defend it."

After much thought, King Alfonso replied, "Then we shall dig into our coffers once more. Let us raise a huge wall to keep those barbarians out. Grab any and all funds we have for other projects and raise a militia of 600 men."

Updated map:

[Providence and Port Hope]

The Royal Cabinet, Messina, Sichelea Ranum:

The cabinet opened business as usual, but today more pressing matters came forward.

"Your majesty," opened Minister Externa Lorenzo Mullae, "our reports from the west report that the Kingdom of Ballaerica, a constituent trait of the United Empires, has invaded the peninsula of Iberia. While I doubt that a small land such as theirs will go far, it sends us a warning that the lands of this world are not going to remain free for long. Rather, I recommend we begin an annexation of the rest of Sicily. My liege, the fiefdoms there are divided and weak. I advise that we convince the nobles of Sirakuse to join us, or at the least battle on a field of honor."

"All convincing, Magister Mullae, but our dear friends of Palmero are not so kind to any war. I do agree that we should gain control of commerce and establish our position, so that we may become a center of commerce for the whole region. I do believe that the noble lord of Gela was very supportive of our nation. Perhaps we can seek an ultimatum on the south coast of this land."

[BOS Capital Chapter]

The grand city of Aachen, capitol of the Kingdom that stretches from Prussia to France. Aachen is the symbol of German power, and it will show it's streangth today.

The Kingdom of Aachen was founded to combat Feudalism, and build upon the ways of the Roman Empire: A massive, military-focused nation with intelligent people and a single, grand leader, the King. It is the single remnent of Imperial Rome, although it was BUILT upon Rome's ashes, it would live on, bringing the legacy of the German race. It's #1 goal is to unite the German kingdoms, a noble one indeed.

[BOS Capital Chapter]

King Morder Von Aachen sat on his grand thrown in the Castle of Aachen, looking out at his Royal Court. He viewed this group 10 as family, those who helped him run his Kingdom. He cleared his throat. "For years, Germany has been divided among many Kingdoms, mainly Aachen and Prussia. For too long we have been divided, fighting amoung ourselves. We must answer the call of our forefathers, and unite the German Kingdoms! We are the new Roman Empire! Let us continue the legacy of peace and honor! Ready the Army, the German Kingdoms shall soon be unified!". The room roared in agreement.

The Royal Army of Aachen, consisting of 40,000 soldiers, leaves the city and moves south, while 40,000 more head east to integrate Prussia. In the south, small Kingdoms fall and are integrated, and the east as well as the Aachenian armies move towards Prussia.

[Providence and Port Hope]

King Morder Von Aachen sat on his grand thrown in the Castle of Aachen, looking out at his Royal Court. He viewed this group 10 as family, those who helped him run his Kingdom. He cleared his throat. "For years, Germany has been divided among many Kingdoms, mainly Aachen and Prussia. For too long we have been divided, fighting amoung ourselves. We must answer the call of our forefathers, and unite the German Kingdoms! We are the new Roman Empire! Let us continue the legacy of peace and honor! Ready the Army, the German Kingdoms shall soon be unified!". The room roared in agreement.

The Royal Army of Aachen, consisting of 40,000 soldiers, leaves the city and moves south, while 40,000 more head east to integrate Prussia. In the south, small Kingdoms fall and are integrated, and the east as well as the Aachenian armies move towards Prussia.

OOC: one liners aren't a good idea in this RP. Make it more interesting than that. Yes, you could conquer Prussia, but its not like you can do it instantaneously. Try making it a process.

[Divusia]

King Morder Von Aachen sat on his grand thrown in the Castle of Aachen, looking out at his Royal Court. He viewed this group 10 as family, those who helped him run his Kingdom. He cleared his throat. "For years, Germany has been divided among many Kingdoms, mainly Aachen and Prussia. For too long we have been divided, fighting amoung ourselves. We must answer the call of our forefathers, and unite the German Kingdoms! We are the new Roman Empire! Let us continue the legacy of peace and honor! Ready the Army, the German Kingdoms shall soon be unified!". The room roared in agreement.

The Royal Army of Aachen, consisting of 40,000 soldiers, leaves the city and moves south, while 40,000 more head east to integrate Prussia. In the south, small Kingdoms fall and are integrated, and the east as well as the Aachenian armies move towards Prussia.

OOC: one liners aren't a good idea in this RP. Make it more interesting than that. Yes, you could conquer Prussia, but its not like you can do it instantaneously. Try making it a process.

OOC: Also, France is already occupied by another state. You mentioned that your kingdom stretched from Germany to France (which is basically all of Central Europe). It would really help if you made a map to specify borders.

[BOS Capital Chapter]

OOC: I cant... it goes to the French border. And I havent taken Prussia yet

[BOS Capital Chapter]

The Royal Armies of Aachen continue the campaign to unite the Kingdoms of Germany. So far, over 30 small Kingdoms have joined the Kingdom of Aachen, which promises peace, unity, and glory. The clock counts down as Aachen's Armies advance on Prussia, their main goal.

[Vermandois]

A prophet stands in the town square, with old prison rags and a sleeping bag nearby, he shouts rants about the end of the world:
"You will see! It will come! The seas will swallow the land and then you'll believe me! we must escape!"
If someone does bother to note him and asks how does he know he'll reply:
"I've seen the light! Jesus himself spoke to me."
Of-course this only made the pagans of Brittany more cynical about him...

But on one bright day the prophet disappeared, a note was left in his sleeping bag saying: "The Holy Father has called me. soon you heathens will crumble and a new age will dawn, the age of Jesus, God and the holy father. A crusade against you have been called since you didn't follow me. It's time for the punishment!"
A holy crusade was called upon all catholic nations to attack Brittany and convert the heathens as the Pope starts to gather holy warriors for the battle...

The cynical and peaceful people of Brittany don't suspect anything...

[BOS Capital Chapter]

The Royal Armies of Aachen have reached cities in Prussia after a long campaign. Cities such as Rostock have fallen to the Aachen armies. Prussia is now discussing the possibility of joining Aachen to create a German Empire.

[Vermandois]

"A letter have arrived from the Kingdom of Cambria mi lord! They want us to stop the bloodshed between our people and offer 2 islands!"
The courier tells the king of Brittany and gets a reply with a smile
"I'm glad we can reach an agreement so quickly. I want to give a favor in return to their kindness. I shall open our borders and allow our friends in Londinium access to the south and trade with our merchants. Send this letter in reply. may our times together be peaceful and prosperous."
The letter sent to the queen notes something about a strange faith called Christianity and the troubles it caused to Brittany.

[Divusia]

"My lord, your brother Alfonso informs you of the rapidly expanding empire in Northern Germania. While relatively far from us, he advises it might be best to exchange business with them," states the messenger.

The French king ponders, and after a while, grabs a parchment and starts scribbling.

An emissary arrives at the heart of a newly forged German empire and sends a letter to the famed King Morder von Aachen:

"On behalf of the three kings of the United Empires, I, Emperor Louis of Corsica, wish to establish formal relations between our two great nations. Trade is the beginning of all good treaties, and I find it most beneficial for both of us to do so, in the name of our kingdoms blessed under God Almighty. May we find a friendship that is everlasting and sacred.

Ensigned,
Louis
Emperor of Corsica
King of Ajaccio"

[BOS Capital Chapter]

The renamed German Kaiser Morder Von Aachen sighs when he reads the note. "The Franks wish to establish trade with our mighty Empire. Well, I can understand, allies are better than enemies". He started scribbling on a piece of paper. He gave the note to the courier and sent him on his way with a brand new sword, 50 pieces of gold, and food to show the French King the generosity of the German Empire.

The note would read:

Dear Noble Frankish King,

Thank you for this grand offer you have bestowed upon the German Empire, and I would like to accept with honor. From this day foreward, all of your trading caravans will be allowed in our borders, and we hope you will give us the same luxury.

With honors,
Kaiser Morder Von Aachen

[Vermandois]

A camp of 5,000 crusaders have gathered up in Normandy, wearing steel armor with a large cross on the chain plate carrying heavy weapons while on the other side 6,200 Druids warriors, wearing either wooden logs or simple rags with oak-wood bows and cooper axes.

The commanders are planning the coming battle and the civilians are running from the villages.
The soldiers of both sides raid the farms and villages leaving nothing behind for the enemies to feed on if are victorious. as winter leaves the warmth of fire comes closer.

[BOS Capital Chapter]

All across Germany, people break out in a cheer as they learn that Prussia has joined the German Empire! Festivals are being held in the name of Kaiser Morder Von Aachen.

Now united, Germany is gathering 5,000 Crusaders to join the French Crusaders. They will be sent out when the French give the word.

Dear French Crusaders,
I currently have 5,000 crusaders ready to assist you on your journy. When you need them, send me a letter and they will meet with your army
-Kaiser Morder Von Aachen

[Vermandois]

The Christian Empire of Germany has sent 5,000 more crusaders against Britteny and the Celtic King of Britteny shouts for the gods to help him!
A letter was sent to all the Celtic nations known to Brittany requesting aid for the falling faith:

Dear nobles, rulers of the Celtic world

I beg you and the old gods to aid the Celtic faith against the Catholic and German Crusaders.
For Belatucadros! For Rudianos! For Segomo! For Smertrios! For the Celtic faith!

King of Brittany

[BOS Capital Chapter]

5,000 German Crusaders, 2,000 being soldiers, set out from Aachen and head west, to France. One goal is on their mind: Convert Brittana to Christianity or destroy it. They march into the sunset as their families roar with love and exitement for Christ.

[Cymrea]

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The even grander city of Londinium, capital of the kingdom that stretches from Wales to Kent. Londinium is the symbol of Cambrian power, and it will show its strength today.

The Kingdom of Cambria was founded to unite the Britons, and build upon the ways of the Roman Empire: a fair-sized, martial nation with intelligent people and a single, yet grander leader, the Queen. It is a Celtic remnant of Imperial Rome, although it was reorganised upon Rome's abandoned province, it would live on, bringing the legacy of the Celtic race. Its primary goal is to unite the Celtic chieftains, a noble one indeed.

Queen Rhiannon o Rosa Regina sat on her grand throne in the Rose Palace, looking out at her Circle of Archons. She viewed this privy council as family, those who helped her run her kingdom. She cleared her throat. "For years, Britain has been divided among many clans and fiefdoms, mainly Cambria, Cornwall, Wessex, Sussex, Essex, Devonshire, Kent, Mercia, Anglia, Northumbria, Scotland, Pictland, Ireland, and the Isle of Man. For too long we have been divided, fighting amoung ourselves. We must answer the call of our forefathers, and unite the Briton kingdoms! We are the one of the new Roman Empires! Let us continue the legacy of peace and honour by readying the Army and marching to war! The Briton kingdoms shall soon be unified!". The room roared in total agreement, and also a little confusion.

The Royal Cambrian Army, consisting of 40,000 soldiers, leaves the city and moves north, while 40,000 more head west to integrate Ireland. In the north, small Kingdoms fall and are integrated - deliriously overjoyed to be liberated under the singular absolute monarch. And the west as well as the Cambrian armies land on and violently invade Ireland in the name of the aforementioned legacy of peace and honour.

The Royal Cambrian Army continues the campaign to unite the kingdoms of Britain. So far, over 30 small kingdoms have joined the Kingdom of Cambria - totally of the bloodied survor's own volition - which promises peace, unity, and glory...from now on, at least, and so long as they don't have a dissenting opinion about their unification. The anachronistic clock counts down as Cambria's armies advance on Dublin and Edinburgh, their main goals.

The Royal Cambrian Army has reached cities in Ireland and Scotland after a long campaign. Cities such as Glasgow have fallen to the Cambrian armies. Ireland is now brawling over the possibility of being forced to join Cambria to create a British Empire.

The renamed Cambrian Empress Rhiannon sighs when she reads the note. "The Papal States wish to establish trade with our mighty Empire. Well, I can understand, allies are better than enemies." She started scribbling on a piece of paper from the future. She gave the note to the courier and sent him on his way with a brand new miniature Stonehenge, 50 pieces of gold, and Welsh pasties to show the Pope the generosity of the British Empire.

The note would read:

Dear Noble Tuscan Pope,

Thank you for this grand offer you have bestowed upon the supremely pagan British Empire, and I would like to accept with honour. From this day forward, all of your missionaries and inquisitors will be allowed in our borders, and we hope you will give us the same luxury.

With honours,
Empress Rhiannon o Rosa Regina

All across Cambria, people break out in a cheer as they learn that Ireland has joined the empire! Festivals are being held in the name of Empress Rhiannon o Rosa Regina.

Now united, Cambria is gathering 5,000 lances to deal with that pesky Iceni tribe. They will be sent out when the Iceni give the words, "Hell no!"



I offer my thanks to BOS for setting the standard and establishing an easy DIY nation-swelling roleplay. Boom. DONE.

[Vermandois]

The battle of Brittany, 487 AD

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Battle of Brittany

six thousand, two hundred and one brave warriors of the Celtic gods, led by the King of Brittany himself. Fearless, Brave, With the help of the gods they can succeed against...
ten thousand vile warriors sent by the devil, coming from the underworld run rushing like the undead.

Devil's couriers were too strong for the Celts the King himself killed alone more than 100 Crusaders.
but the loses were too large... at the end... 5,900 Celts were killed and 8,900 Crusaders.
The battle ended with only 300 Celts surviving and a victory for the crusaders with 1,100 now starving because there was nothing left to eat but human flesh, not like the devils aren't used to that.

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Most of the crusader died out of hunger after the battle but the 100 that did survive the journey to the capital,
dueled all at the same time, the king.
He succeed to kill 86 of the crusaders but was finally defeated to fatigue. now the headsman is waiting...
"The old king is dead. long live the king!" shouts the crowed in Vannetais, the new, Christian capital of the christian kingdom of Brittany.

The old gods are dying...