1619, a year of turmoil and misery. The Confederacy between the states of Germeria is threatening to break as religious and ethnic tensions escalate and splinter. In the north, reformists of the Lothrician faith grow worried and agitated as the fragile religious peace established by the Echsburg Treaty a hundred years before and maintained by successive emperors is threatened by a new emperor. And in the west and east, the various subject peoples conquered and ruled since Gwendur threaten to rebel and break away. Franz Albrecht von Winsdottem is elected emperor on the news of the death of the previous emperor, Maximillian von Drussel with only a small majority of electors, much to the anger and dismay of the reformist electors. An orthodox Lothrician, his ambition to create a single Lothrician empire puts many nobles on edge, reformist and orthodox both. Coronated the following week, many of the northern nobles protest and refuse to attend, and in the next month the emperor's steward, Gunther von Zähringen, is defenestrated from the royal palace in Pröge, in the kingdom of Bourhmen, of which Franz Albrecht is king despite the reformist nobility.
Raising the reformist noble Jiri z Vuskariya to kingship, they declare open rebellion against Franz Albrecht and his rule. Surrounding reformist nobles also rise up in support of Bourhmen, starting what would later be called, 'The Seminal Tragedy.'
Imperial Historian Wilhelm Diensdottir, The Seminal Tragedy; A Prelude To A United Nation, Prologue.
It was May 31st, 1619, in the ancient city of Worms and in the grand hall of the Imperial palace that news of every noble's fear reached the reigning emperor, Franz Albrecht von Winsdottem.
"Rebellion? Now, of all times? Well, the Bourhmeni aren't known for their great intellect, I suppose," said Franz, brooding on his throne. Littering the grand hall were the most powerful loyal lords and ladies of the empire, and many others of the nobility were scattered throughout the great palace.
"Jokes aside, your majesty, they can still host a large number of men. 30,000, if our estimates are correct," spoke an older man standing by the emperor. He was Alfred von Heidelberg, the Imperial Chancellor and advisor to Franz Albrecht. Franz grimaced, his face becoming more and more lined as the true scope of the situation became apparent to the court.
"And what of my vassals? The ones that are still loyal? Surely they can put up some amount of resistance."
"We've received word that the duke of Silesien and the counts Ragismunda and Kerling remain loyal, and between themselves can raise 15,000 troops, but all other news has been suppressed or intercepted." The advisor waited a second for the news to set in, not wishing to be in the path of the new emperor's wrath as he would most assuredly lash out.
"It seems that we're without friends in the kingdom."
"That's not all, your majesty," spoke a new voice. A man in battered and bloodied armor strode into the hall, one arm clutching his shoulder as he grimaced into a small, painful bow.
"Duke Alphonse! Tell me, why are you in such a state?" Questioned Franz.
"We received word of treacherous nobility before you did, sire, and after sending my own couriers to you I raised a host to pacify the rebels, but when we met them at the Weiß Mountain Pass they attacked, and we remained in stalemate for several days. My liege, the Dukes of Isenhoff and Drauen have turned traitor, having entered the battle on the side of the Bourhmeni and routed my forces. On the retreat back across the pass we were stalked by men wearing the sigil of the Prince-Elector of Sachsen, as well."
Franz remained stoic as the rest of the court broke out into worried whispers and murmurs at the sight of the duke and his news.
"Your majesty, with these new allies, the effective strength of the rebellion has effectively quadrupled," whispered Alfred to Franz.
"Can you give me a rough estimate?" replied Franz. Alfred mulled it over for a minute before responding.
"Nearly 100,000 would be conservative, your majesty. The emperor remained still, mulling over the information. He remained quiet like this for another minute before he mutely raised a hand to silence the court. Alfred tapped his ceremonial mace on the floor thrice, quickly and effectively quieting the nobles. Franz Albrecht rose from his throne.
"Then it seems we have no choice but to put down this rabble. They have shown no willingness for peace or negotiation and as the Dukes of Isenhoff and Drauen are leading the Evangelist Union, we can only assume that the other reformists back this rebellion. I call my loyal vassals to raise arms against this menace!" He looked around the hall for a moment before he spotted the portly Duke of Baiern, Friederich von Sundgau.
"Duke Sundgau! As the leader of the Orthodox League, I beseech you call in the league in defense of the true faith!" The duke said nothing but inclined his head in acknowledgment, the normal jolliness and merriment present in his face gone, replaced with a stern look of determination. Though portly, the duke was a veteran of many campaigns and border disputes along the Neroian border to the north.
"Your majesty! Let me, the Archduke of Osterrich Ferdinand von Aelstun, raise my blade and my armies in your defense! I can raise a mighty host of 32,000 men, my liege. Lend me leave to lead the offensive into Sachsen and confront my errant cousin, as well as defend my family's honor!" shouted a young mustached man. The current Archduke of Osterrich, Ferdinand was the third in line for the title of archduke, but fortune had apparently favored him when his older brother and sister died in battle against the Duke of Smolenksy of Nerodanus, and he had been christened only three months before hand when his father passed from grief, at the young age of 21. Ferdinand had drawn his blade and bent on his knee, one hand on his heart as he made his request. The emperor gave an approving nod at the display of loyalty.
"Very well, archduke. Should you succeed in this endeavor and pacify your cousin the Duke of Sachsen, then I will grant you the boon of being a Prince of the empire, able to take part in the Imperial Diet," proclaimed Franz. Ferdinand bowed his head in thanks before standing up and raising his blade high to the sky.
"Gott Schütze den Kaiser!" shouted Ferdinand.
"Gott Schütze den Kaiser!" proclaimed the rest of nobility in the hall.
It seemed Germeria would once again be embroiled in war.
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