Indeed. The most dreaded enemy of the Revolutionary times. Outrage at bread prices.
The Young Eagle - A Napoleon Quest
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Indeed. The most dreaded enemy of the Revolutionary times. Outrage at bread prices.
Who knows, maybe he can figure out a way to alleviate the situation, at least. That's gonna be up to the Dice.
- Location
- Second French Empire
For our ambitions I hope not.
- Location
- Second French Empire
Peace, land, and bread. Words that can conquer a nation
A Sergeant to the Bone (Omake)
- Location
- Hawaii
A Sergeant to the Bone
3 June, 1793
While General Bonaparte politicked with the movers and shakers of Sardinia, Sergeant Major Gauloise was training. Both his own physical condition, and that of his Corsican lads. As well as any of their friends from the second battalion that deigned to show up. Scuttlebutt had it that the Corsicans would be demobilized after this campaign, but it never hurt to have good training, especially compared to the tales of laxity and ill discipline he had heard from the men of the times before then-Captain Buonaparte had taken over. As it stood, Gauloise would trust the blooded veterans of the first battalion to stand off and volley against regulars, though he wouldn't order them into a bayonet charge against regulars. The volley discipline he had beat into their heads, sometimes literally, should be enough to break up a bayonet charge, though their time forming square to defend against cavalry was still abysmal to his gimlet eye. It was God's good grace that the Savoyards did not field cavalry in significant number here on Sardinia, and their morale holding up under the hail of grapeshot at Duck Hunt Ridge, as some of the survivors had taken to calling it, had been a close run thing. Not to take too much pride in it, but Gauloise figured that his rallying presence had kept the Corsicans from breaking under that infernal baptism of fire. Primal terror redirected into a berserker rage had carried the day there, not fancy tactics or skill. Some important dead guy had probably written about it all fancily in a book, but Gauloise's hard-won experience taught him that in a life-or-death situation with no way out, men would fight with all they had for the slimmest chance at survival.
Thus, he took the men to task. Desperation may have sufficed this time, but the tales his mentor Private Thurel told of his wars spoke equally about regiments being wiped out or captured wholesale in desperate situations as well. Technique and drill, both on the march and in the line of battle, were essential tools to get the men through battles without having to fall back on desperate all-or-nothing gambles. And no better way to instill those techniques and drill than from a regimental sergeant major. He would make these Corsican national guardsmen the pride of their island, capable of standing toe-to-toe against foreign regulars. Well, maybe not British Regulars, but those madmen were a whole different kind of soldier. In any case, should any Corsicans volunteer to join them on their way back to mainland France, Sergeant Major Gauloise would be proud to welcome them along as brothers-in-arms. It made him a bit nostalgic, wondering how things were going back with Regiment Touraine? No, it was 33e Line Regiment now. While the ordinal numbering of regiments made sense for army administration, especially when he had accidentally insulted that prickly, well-dressed sergeant major from Regiment Royal La Marine by mistaking him for a soldier of Regiment La Marine, it lacked the charm and character of regimental names, particularly provincial names. The continual changing of regimental names based on its colonel-proprietor could go to guillotine where it belonged, however. Gauloise wondered if the 33e had managed to elect a colonel, especially with how chaotic things had been on the Rhine. It was a very different experience compared to that humiliating time in Perpignan under that bastard "Barrel Mirabeau" when he had confiscated the Regimental Colors and cravats. After the traitor d'Aigreville defected, Gauloise hoped the Colonelcy had gone to a decent officer, or perhaps the men had elected one of his fellow sergeants? Gauloise figured he wouldn't know until returned to mainland France.
3 June, 1793
While General Bonaparte politicked with the movers and shakers of Sardinia, Sergeant Major Gauloise was training. Both his own physical condition, and that of his Corsican lads. As well as any of their friends from the second battalion that deigned to show up. Scuttlebutt had it that the Corsicans would be demobilized after this campaign, but it never hurt to have good training, especially compared to the tales of laxity and ill discipline he had heard from the men of the times before then-Captain Buonaparte had taken over. As it stood, Gauloise would trust the blooded veterans of the first battalion to stand off and volley against regulars, though he wouldn't order them into a bayonet charge against regulars. The volley discipline he had beat into their heads, sometimes literally, should be enough to break up a bayonet charge, though their time forming square to defend against cavalry was still abysmal to his gimlet eye. It was God's good grace that the Savoyards did not field cavalry in significant number here on Sardinia, and their morale holding up under the hail of grapeshot at Duck Hunt Ridge, as some of the survivors had taken to calling it, had been a close run thing. Not to take too much pride in it, but Gauloise figured that his rallying presence had kept the Corsicans from breaking under that infernal baptism of fire. Primal terror redirected into a berserker rage had carried the day there, not fancy tactics or skill. Some important dead guy had probably written about it all fancily in a book, but Gauloise's hard-won experience taught him that in a life-or-death situation with no way out, men would fight with all they had for the slimmest chance at survival.
Thus, he took the men to task. Desperation may have sufficed this time, but the tales his mentor Private Thurel told of his wars spoke equally about regiments being wiped out or captured wholesale in desperate situations as well. Technique and drill, both on the march and in the line of battle, were essential tools to get the men through battles without having to fall back on desperate all-or-nothing gambles. And no better way to instill those techniques and drill than from a regimental sergeant major. He would make these Corsican national guardsmen the pride of their island, capable of standing toe-to-toe against foreign regulars. Well, maybe not British Regulars, but those madmen were a whole different kind of soldier. In any case, should any Corsicans volunteer to join them on their way back to mainland France, Sergeant Major Gauloise would be proud to welcome them along as brothers-in-arms. It made him a bit nostalgic, wondering how things were going back with Regiment Touraine? No, it was 33e Line Regiment now. While the ordinal numbering of regiments made sense for army administration, especially when he had accidentally insulted that prickly, well-dressed sergeant major from Regiment Royal La Marine by mistaking him for a soldier of Regiment La Marine, it lacked the charm and character of regimental names, particularly provincial names. The continual changing of regimental names based on its colonel-proprietor could go to guillotine where it belonged, however. Gauloise wondered if the 33e had managed to elect a colonel, especially with how chaotic things had been on the Rhine. It was a very different experience compared to that humiliating time in Perpignan under that bastard "Barrel Mirabeau" when he had confiscated the Regimental Colors and cravats. After the traitor d'Aigreville defected, Gauloise hoped the Colonelcy had gone to a decent officer, or perhaps the men had elected one of his fellow sergeants? Gauloise figured he wouldn't know until returned to mainland France.
While you were busy with politics, the draugr Gauloise was training. Referenced the winning plan, with allowances for the possibility of a reformed Corsican volunteer battalion. "Some important dead guy writing about it fancily in a book"=Sun Tzu. 1791 saw the reorganization of the French infantry, changing the named regiments to numbered regiments. The 1793 reform came in OTL August 1793 as France was losing on all fronts, abolishing the use of regiment due to its royalist connotations and replacing it with demi-brigade. In-quest, that has either been averted or has not yet come to pass. Yes, there were many similarly and confusingly named regiments on the French army roster, this is just the most flagrant pair. In 1788, Regiment Touraine was posted in Pepignan in the south of France. It's then commander Andre Boniface, the Viscount of Mirabeau, counter-revolutionary brother of revolutionary orator Honore Gabriel, Count of Mirabeau, had confiscated the regimental colors and flagpole ornaments and left it under guard by another regiment. It was a monumentally humiliating event for the soldiers who their revered these items as the heart and soul of the unit. Soldiers were reportedly weeping in the streets, including then-octogenarian Jean Thurel. It escalated to the point of mutiny, and the matter being brought before the National Assembly. Viscount Mirabeau resigned shortly thereafter. Gauloise, having joined Napoleon in April 1792, has missed out on all the fighting on the Rhine with his regiment, and just missed meeting Louis Lazare Hoche, who served as a Lieutenant in Regiment Touraine in late 1792. The regiment's Colonel d'Aigreville defected on 17 April 1792, the mews of which would have reached Gauloise before the Sardinian Expedition. OTL the new colonel was Guillaume Charlot, who had previously been a major, then lieutenant colonel in the regiment. During the Revolutionary Wars, some units, especially volunteers, elected their own officers.
Ah Bernadotte. As arrogant as ever
I'm currently watching the latest Life Of Napoleon episode by Historically Adequate on YouTube, and am now at the Siege of Danzig (1807).
Danzig is such an important port-city that Napoleon could not leave unsecured.
The siege in this story, in Sardinia, went very well, all things considered, and yet again, Napoleon's propaganda campaign and careful handling of the Sardinian locals played a key role in it.
The French didn't have to do all the fighting.
The whole island was rising up in revolt, with its own revolutionary movement.
Imagine if something similar happens in Germany:
As the Prussian soldiers in Danzig try to prepare for the approaching French army, the residents of Danzig rise up in revolt, screaming for a German Republic and opening the gates to the French…
Danzig is such an important port-city that Napoleon could not leave unsecured.
The siege in this story, in Sardinia, went very well, all things considered, and yet again, Napoleon's propaganda campaign and careful handling of the Sardinian locals played a key role in it.
The French didn't have to do all the fighting.
The whole island was rising up in revolt, with its own revolutionary movement.
Imagine if something similar happens in Germany:
As the Prussian soldiers in Danzig try to prepare for the approaching French army, the residents of Danzig rise up in revolt, screaming for a German Republic and opening the gates to the French…
- Location
- Where beer flows and men chunder
Next update is looking to be a big one, but it's steaming along well so far. I've added some descriptions for Legrange and Gauloise in the character sheet - with some faces for them, finally.
I think there'll probably be a moratorium to let you guys discuss the upcoming vote once the update goes live - I'd be surprised if everyone was of one mind on this one (though it's possible).
I think there'll probably be a moratorium to let you guys discuss the upcoming vote once the update goes live - I'd be surprised if everyone was of one mind on this one (though it's possible).
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
Gaston, my old friend! How you've been!
Napoleon Returns from Sardinia - July 1793
- Location
- Where beer flows and men chunder
6 July, 1796:
Beside you, Angioy lies slumped over the desk, snoring softly. What you thought naively might be a quick few days of advice has turned into a flurry of furious writing sessions, burning through Sardinia's paper supply as you write, scrap and rewrite drafts for the country's constitution. Finally it's done - or at least you managed to write a few key sections before Desaix informed you that the troops were getting restless.
Looking through page after page, you're satisfied - though you think you could have done better. You did a fine job with the section on minority rights - you're sure no Jew or Greek will legally be allowed to be confined in a ghetto or made to wear an armband. The coral trade, too, is well done - you feel you managed to make something equitable, but still fulfilling the bargain Desaix made on your behalf. Civil liberties are…not so good. Angioy will have to start from scratch, you guess. There are simply too many loopholes that can be exploited to deny people of the rights the constitution would grant them - in effect, it's a pleasant sounding piece of Swiss cheese. Slavery was a little better - you managed to work out the mechanics of abolition, though Angioy will have to add some sections later.
You have to congratulate yourself, though, as you gaze upon your writings for the creation of the new Sardinian legislature. For everything else you've written, Angioy and his people will have to make some refinements, but for this, you don't think there's anything they could possibly add to make it better. A tricameral system with checks and balances to prevent any one branch of government from overpowering the others and seizing control of the country. The aristocrats and clergy won't be happy about the taxes they have to pay, but you're confident that they'll understand their position is poor, and that it's wiser for them to work for their interests within the system, than without.
You stand from your desk, shaking Angioy awake - it's time to go.
Gained Victory - Partial credit for Sardinian Constitution (Moderate Significance)
Gained Trait - Lawmaker (+10 Intelligence, +10 to Drafting Legislation)
Gained progress towards a trait
(Rolls for the constitution will be shown in an update on how Sardinia's doing a little later)
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15 July, 1793:
Bonifacio, Corsica:
You stand on the quarterdeck of Treguet's flagship, looking out at the port of Bonifacio, Corsica's most southerly city, where your men have gathered. Your Corsican fighters, veterans of the Vendetta and little else, look up at you with awe - the man who lead them to a victory they didn't think themselves capable of. "Men of Corsica!" You call out. "You have conquered fortresses without siege equipment, scaled mountains without climbing gear, forged alliances without firing a shot. You have, in a few months, taken over 3000 prisoners, won three major battles and liberated an entire nation. None but you could have done this. Rest, sons of Corsica - and be ready for me to call on you once more." A chorus of cheers rises from the demobilised Corsican national guardsmen, who will disperse and head once more to their homes and pieves across the island.
"The Marsaillais don't look quite as happy." Desaix says wryly from beside you, gesturing to where the French militiamen are still crammed into transport ships. "Are you still cross with me?" You chuckle.
"Not angry, just… These men were raised for a specific purpose, and they've accomplished that purpose. They're not a warband - and you're not a warlord." Desaix sighs. "Let's not ruin the celebration. You were right to hire the doctors." He says, gesturing to where several men stand on the decks, fingers and ears and even noses missing, but still in shape for combat. "They'll be ready to return to service soon, mon general." He says approvingly.
1st and 2nd Corsican National Guard Units demobilised
300 men trickle back into the ranks of the Marsellais National Guard due to medical care (you hired doctors)
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20 July, 1793:
Toulon, France:
You come up to the quarterdeck as you hear a piercing whistle from above - you don't know what it means, but you can guess. The brisk morning air hits your face, and heading to the edge, you can see land on the horizon - Toulon. It feels like it's been years since you've been here - heading off to Corsica to plan the expedition. The sailors call out loudly, the wheel being turned sharply to ensure that the ship avoids the bow of a wreck, lodged in the shallow bay. "She was a British third rate." Treguet appears beside you, a proud look on his face. "Her crew fired fast, took many lives, but we were more accurate - hit her magazine." He smiles, and pats your shoulder. "Ready, my friend? We left as nobodies, but return as heroes. And don't think I've forgotten that it's because of you. My career would have died back at Cagliari if you hadn't salvaged the situation." He squeezes your shoulder, looking at you earnestly, before pulling up a spyglass and looking at the bay. "Heh, you should get a speech ready. Sounds like the boats I sent to scout the port spread the word of our arrival this morning."
Relations with Treguet increased - Treguet owes you a big favor.
"Bonaparte! Bonaparte!" A crowd of hundreds cheers your name as you step off the gangplank. Men lean in to kiss your cheeks, while women try to cop a feel, and Gauloise has to resort to menacing glares and physical shoves to keep them off you. "To think they gave Republican soldiers and sailors dirty looks a few months ago." Treguet chuckles, shouting over the din. "What a difference a few massacres and a few victories make, eh?" The two of you and your party make your way through the Vieux Port, pushing through the crowd, and you spot a scaffold.
[] Mount the scaffold and make a speech - best to strike the propaganda iron while it's hot
[] Write in: Your speech, or the cliffnotes version
[] No need - It's better to take your time and plan out how you're going to spin your victories. You shouldn't risk putting your foot in your mouth by saying the wrong thing.
A portly, well dressed man in his fifties approaches you, leaning in to kiss your cheeks and introducing him as the mayor of Toulon. Tearing up, he wishes his condolences for your 'dearest friend' - and you feel a pang of embarrassment, recalling that you didn't really know the man that well, but it seems like people think you were dear friends.
"On behalf of the Republic and the National Convention, I have been entrusted to present Citizen Bonaparte with an arm d'honneur!" He calls out, to cheers. "Please, take this." He hands you:
Choose one (All have a bonus of +5 Valor, can be sold for a princely sum, and have a bonus to charm rolls when worn):
[] A cavalry saber with a handguard carved into the shape of an eagle, with its wings outstretched like it's about to take flight
[] A smallsword with a gold hilt, etched with a battle scene
[] A pair of ebony and silver pistols, with the name "Bonaparte" etched on the barrels
[] A rifled musket, painstakingly crafted for perfect accuracy
[] A sergeant's halberd, razor sharp, with the letters "RF" and the image of a fasces inlaid on the sides of the blade
Reputation Increases!
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30 July, 1793:
You stagger into the small attic room you've been renting, removing your hat and tossing it somewhere, before falling forward and collapsing onto the lice infested mattress, feeling a comfortable haze fall over you. Ever since you got back to Paris, it's been non-stop. You're the new hot stock in the city, and everyone wants to know what you're about - and conscript you for their efforts.
You'd, of course, first been to visit Hotel de Brienne - military headquarters - for debriefing. Then, the offers had come in.
Your office at Hotel de Brienne - that of a captain still, as your promotion to Brigadier isn't yet confirmed - is already quite cramped with Gauloise and Legrange crammed inside. It becomes even more so, as a group of generals enter the room, behind a man in a resplendent uniform. He introduces himself as General Moreau, and explains that he's been tasked with assembling a new force to retake the Low Countries, lost after the Dumoriez Affair. He states bluntly that he'd like to have you as the chief of staff for the new Armee Du Nord. With the both of you in favor of the prospect, command would surely approve.
As you depart after the end of a long day, a courier arrives, passing you a message. In elegant handwriting, General Dumas politely requests to know how you'd feel about taking a position in the Armee D'Italie - one of his divisions had its general killed, and he needs a replacement. It's likely he'll be facing Archduke Karl at some point, Dumas notes, and he wants the best men possible at his side. A second letter is attached with the first. Andre Massena informs you that you took his brother - a Piedmontese lieutenant - prisoner back in Sardinia, and thanks you for treating him well. He promises to return the favor at some point.
Reputation Increased with Andre Massena - He owes you a favor
You'd been invited by Thomas Paine, the famous English philosopher and Girondin, to lunch at Cafe Procope. Upon your arrival, though, you saw that the philosopher wasn't alone - beside him was a well dressed man who spoke French in an odd accent, like that of Beau Brummel, but with more of a…brogue. The man introduced himself as Lord Edward Fitzgerald - an Irishman. "The Irish people have been oppressed for too long!" He calls out passionately over wine. "Almost a third of the British army is made up of poor Irish Catholics, but Catholics are treated like second class citizens. In many cases, that's not going far enough - they're treated more like animals. And the Protestants are little better off. The English keep us fighting amongst one another, but at the end of the day, they see an Irishman as an Irishman - scum, regardless of his faith." The man rants passionately. "I've been petitioning the French government on behalf of the United Irishmen. Ireland is ready for a rising - to throw the English into the sea. We just need a spark." He leans in. "You sir, are that spark. With your backing, the Convention will surely agree to send an expedition, like the one to Sardinia. You'll link up with the forces of the United Irishmen, and start a rising. It'll be even easier than your fight for Sardinia - there, the revolutionary movement took you by surprise. In Ireland, the natives will fight alongside you from the start." He promises.
A similar request arrives not long after - from a young Polish officer whose name you can't pronounce, but is spelled Poniatowski. The story he tells of his homeland is harrowing - the Commonwealth people, after announcing reforms that would strengthen their government and increase national sovereignty, were invaded by Russia, Austria and Prussia, who feared that a stronger Poland would be able to retake some of its territory. "We were winning." Poniatowski growls over vodka. "But the damned coward of a king surrendered, and we lost even more sacred Commonwealth land. Now the Dupek Tsar even has the gall to force us to demilitarise - he even takes our troops for his armies. He sees us as part of his empire already." Poniatowski slams the table with his hand. "Well kurwa! If the ty chuju jebany king won't defend his people, we will!" He leans in conspiratorially. "You ever hear of Kościuszko? He fought with Washington. Together we will lead our people to victory. The Austrians have moved their troops from Poland and Carpathia to join Archduke Karl, the Prussians are trying to consolidate in West Germany, and the Russians have their troops on the Austrian border and are trying to decide whether to stab their 'ally' in the back - and they've filled their army with Poles and Lithuanians who were proud citizens of the Commonwealth as soon as a year ago. We'll never have a better chance to launch an uprising. All we need are good officers to train our army."
The next day, deeply hungover from your 'Polish lunch', you head to the Tuilleries to address the National Convention. You see, for the first time, the new president of France, and try to act natural as you step forward to give your account of the War in Sardinia - sadly the questions you're asked don't give you much opportunity for spin, and your report is mostly factual. One thing you notice, however, is that the chamber is more than half empty. To be sure, plenty of members are probably either on other business, or too lazy to attend, but you begin to realise just how many delegates were executed or permanently fled after the coup. Perhaps this is an opportunity? Perhaps the time has come to stop being Captain Bonaparte, and become Deputy Bonaparte?
As you leave, you notice the next person to enter the room and address the government - an Indian man in a bright, flowing robe. You keep within earshot to hear what he wants. In perfect French, the man introduces himself as a servant of the Sultan of Mysore. It seems the Poles aren't the only ones who seek training for their armies - the Tipu Sultan, fresh from a bloody war against the East India Company, seeks French officers to help train his army in modern European tactics to help him crush the British in the next war, as he sees it as obvious that they will eventually try to dominate the entire subcontinent.
Finally, you're invited to dinner by a slimy looking fellow by the name of Talleyrand - a diplomat of repute, or so you're told. After an infuriatingly long period of small talk, Talleyrand gets to the point. Franco-US relations are at their lowest point since the Revolution began, with the disastrous performance of their last diplomat. Talleyrand thinks that an out of the box solution might be more appropriate. The current president of the US, he notes, is George Washington. As a military man, Talleyrand believes that Washington might be more receptive to a soldier like you, rather than a politician. He proposes sending you to the United States as a representative, to reestablish cordial relations. An alliance against the British, he tells you, would be the best outcome, but your focus should be on simply maintaining trade and diplomatic ties, and preventing the normalisation of Anglo-US relations.
Thankfully, after Talleyrand, you're left alone for a while. When you awaken from your sleep, you feel like you've been unconscious for a year.
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After getting up and lighting a candle, you sit at your desk, drafting a letter to high command. It requests:
Choose one:
[] To join the Armee Du Nord (Subordinate Position): Chief of staff for an army isn't a role that carries much opportunity for glory in combat, but it's a position that inherently carries with it the weight of respect and responsibility - plus, the emphasis on organisation, logistics and people management suits your personal skill set.
[] To join the Armee D'Italie (Subordinate Position): You're a combat leader, and Italy is likely where the heaviest fighting of the war so far will occur, when Archduke Karl clashes with Dumas and Massena. Even if you're not in command, general of division is still a large step up for someone who's still on paper a captain, and such heavy fighting will provide ample opportunity to win laurels, even if you're in the shadow of greater men.
[] To join Lazare Carnot at the Hotel de Brienne (Subordinate Position): Lazare Carnot is one of the foremost military minds of your age, and one of the men responsible for creating new theories and strategies of modern warfare. If you joined him, you might be off the battlefield, but you could take a direct hand in shaping the form of the French Army going into the future.
[] To form an Irish Expeditionary Force (Independent Position): You've already had a hand in liberating one country - why not two? The Irish have risen up before, so you know Fitzgerald isn't lying about his people's willingness to revolt against British Rule.
[] To send you on a training mission to the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (Independent Position): A threat to the flank of the Coalition could be helpful for the French war effort, and you sympathise with the struggle of the Polish and Lithuanian peoples, abandoned by their king and surrounded by empires.
[] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position): Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
[] To accept your resignation from the army, so you can stand for election (Independent Position): You feel you could do as much good in the Convention as you could on the battlefield - perhaps even more. It's time to get your political career started.
[] To give you leave, so you can act as the government's representative in the US (Independent Position): The United States is perhaps the most natural ally of the French Republic. It's vital that the friendship between your countries be restored. You should probably put some time aside to learn English.
[] You put aside the papers - it's too early to make a decision (This puts the decision off)
[] Write in:
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QM Note: No need to vote by plan for this one. I'm super tired at the time of posting and during most of the writing, so please feel free to inform me if anything is unclear or incorrect. I'll update the character sheet tomorrow morning.
QM Note: There'll be a slight moratorium on voting for this one.
Beside you, Angioy lies slumped over the desk, snoring softly. What you thought naively might be a quick few days of advice has turned into a flurry of furious writing sessions, burning through Sardinia's paper supply as you write, scrap and rewrite drafts for the country's constitution. Finally it's done - or at least you managed to write a few key sections before Desaix informed you that the troops were getting restless.
Looking through page after page, you're satisfied - though you think you could have done better. You did a fine job with the section on minority rights - you're sure no Jew or Greek will legally be allowed to be confined in a ghetto or made to wear an armband. The coral trade, too, is well done - you feel you managed to make something equitable, but still fulfilling the bargain Desaix made on your behalf. Civil liberties are…not so good. Angioy will have to start from scratch, you guess. There are simply too many loopholes that can be exploited to deny people of the rights the constitution would grant them - in effect, it's a pleasant sounding piece of Swiss cheese. Slavery was a little better - you managed to work out the mechanics of abolition, though Angioy will have to add some sections later.
You have to congratulate yourself, though, as you gaze upon your writings for the creation of the new Sardinian legislature. For everything else you've written, Angioy and his people will have to make some refinements, but for this, you don't think there's anything they could possibly add to make it better. A tricameral system with checks and balances to prevent any one branch of government from overpowering the others and seizing control of the country. The aristocrats and clergy won't be happy about the taxes they have to pay, but you're confident that they'll understand their position is poor, and that it's wiser for them to work for their interests within the system, than without.
You stand from your desk, shaking Angioy awake - it's time to go.
Gained Victory - Partial credit for Sardinian Constitution (Moderate Significance)
Gained Trait - Lawmaker (+10 Intelligence, +10 to Drafting Legislation)
Gained progress towards a trait
(Rolls for the constitution will be shown in an update on how Sardinia's doing a little later)
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15 July, 1793:
Bonifacio, Corsica:
You stand on the quarterdeck of Treguet's flagship, looking out at the port of Bonifacio, Corsica's most southerly city, where your men have gathered. Your Corsican fighters, veterans of the Vendetta and little else, look up at you with awe - the man who lead them to a victory they didn't think themselves capable of. "Men of Corsica!" You call out. "You have conquered fortresses without siege equipment, scaled mountains without climbing gear, forged alliances without firing a shot. You have, in a few months, taken over 3000 prisoners, won three major battles and liberated an entire nation. None but you could have done this. Rest, sons of Corsica - and be ready for me to call on you once more." A chorus of cheers rises from the demobilised Corsican national guardsmen, who will disperse and head once more to their homes and pieves across the island.
"The Marsaillais don't look quite as happy." Desaix says wryly from beside you, gesturing to where the French militiamen are still crammed into transport ships. "Are you still cross with me?" You chuckle.
"Not angry, just… These men were raised for a specific purpose, and they've accomplished that purpose. They're not a warband - and you're not a warlord." Desaix sighs. "Let's not ruin the celebration. You were right to hire the doctors." He says, gesturing to where several men stand on the decks, fingers and ears and even noses missing, but still in shape for combat. "They'll be ready to return to service soon, mon general." He says approvingly.
1st and 2nd Corsican National Guard Units demobilised
300 men trickle back into the ranks of the Marsellais National Guard due to medical care (you hired doctors)
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20 July, 1793:
Toulon, France:
You come up to the quarterdeck as you hear a piercing whistle from above - you don't know what it means, but you can guess. The brisk morning air hits your face, and heading to the edge, you can see land on the horizon - Toulon. It feels like it's been years since you've been here - heading off to Corsica to plan the expedition. The sailors call out loudly, the wheel being turned sharply to ensure that the ship avoids the bow of a wreck, lodged in the shallow bay. "She was a British third rate." Treguet appears beside you, a proud look on his face. "Her crew fired fast, took many lives, but we were more accurate - hit her magazine." He smiles, and pats your shoulder. "Ready, my friend? We left as nobodies, but return as heroes. And don't think I've forgotten that it's because of you. My career would have died back at Cagliari if you hadn't salvaged the situation." He squeezes your shoulder, looking at you earnestly, before pulling up a spyglass and looking at the bay. "Heh, you should get a speech ready. Sounds like the boats I sent to scout the port spread the word of our arrival this morning."
Relations with Treguet increased - Treguet owes you a big favor.
"Bonaparte! Bonaparte!" A crowd of hundreds cheers your name as you step off the gangplank. Men lean in to kiss your cheeks, while women try to cop a feel, and Gauloise has to resort to menacing glares and physical shoves to keep them off you. "To think they gave Republican soldiers and sailors dirty looks a few months ago." Treguet chuckles, shouting over the din. "What a difference a few massacres and a few victories make, eh?" The two of you and your party make your way through the Vieux Port, pushing through the crowd, and you spot a scaffold.
[] Mount the scaffold and make a speech - best to strike the propaganda iron while it's hot
[] Write in: Your speech, or the cliffnotes version
[] No need - It's better to take your time and plan out how you're going to spin your victories. You shouldn't risk putting your foot in your mouth by saying the wrong thing.
A portly, well dressed man in his fifties approaches you, leaning in to kiss your cheeks and introducing him as the mayor of Toulon. Tearing up, he wishes his condolences for your 'dearest friend' - and you feel a pang of embarrassment, recalling that you didn't really know the man that well, but it seems like people think you were dear friends.
"On behalf of the Republic and the National Convention, I have been entrusted to present Citizen Bonaparte with an arm d'honneur!" He calls out, to cheers. "Please, take this." He hands you:
Choose one (All have a bonus of +5 Valor, can be sold for a princely sum, and have a bonus to charm rolls when worn):
[] A cavalry saber with a handguard carved into the shape of an eagle, with its wings outstretched like it's about to take flight
[] A smallsword with a gold hilt, etched with a battle scene
[] A pair of ebony and silver pistols, with the name "Bonaparte" etched on the barrels
[] A rifled musket, painstakingly crafted for perfect accuracy
[] A sergeant's halberd, razor sharp, with the letters "RF" and the image of a fasces inlaid on the sides of the blade
Reputation Increases!
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30 July, 1793:
You stagger into the small attic room you've been renting, removing your hat and tossing it somewhere, before falling forward and collapsing onto the lice infested mattress, feeling a comfortable haze fall over you. Ever since you got back to Paris, it's been non-stop. You're the new hot stock in the city, and everyone wants to know what you're about - and conscript you for their efforts.
You'd, of course, first been to visit Hotel de Brienne - military headquarters - for debriefing. Then, the offers had come in.
Your office at Hotel de Brienne - that of a captain still, as your promotion to Brigadier isn't yet confirmed - is already quite cramped with Gauloise and Legrange crammed inside. It becomes even more so, as a group of generals enter the room, behind a man in a resplendent uniform. He introduces himself as General Moreau, and explains that he's been tasked with assembling a new force to retake the Low Countries, lost after the Dumoriez Affair. He states bluntly that he'd like to have you as the chief of staff for the new Armee Du Nord. With the both of you in favor of the prospect, command would surely approve.
As you depart after the end of a long day, a courier arrives, passing you a message. In elegant handwriting, General Dumas politely requests to know how you'd feel about taking a position in the Armee D'Italie - one of his divisions had its general killed, and he needs a replacement. It's likely he'll be facing Archduke Karl at some point, Dumas notes, and he wants the best men possible at his side. A second letter is attached with the first. Andre Massena informs you that you took his brother - a Piedmontese lieutenant - prisoner back in Sardinia, and thanks you for treating him well. He promises to return the favor at some point.
Reputation Increased with Andre Massena - He owes you a favor
You'd been invited by Thomas Paine, the famous English philosopher and Girondin, to lunch at Cafe Procope. Upon your arrival, though, you saw that the philosopher wasn't alone - beside him was a well dressed man who spoke French in an odd accent, like that of Beau Brummel, but with more of a…brogue. The man introduced himself as Lord Edward Fitzgerald - an Irishman. "The Irish people have been oppressed for too long!" He calls out passionately over wine. "Almost a third of the British army is made up of poor Irish Catholics, but Catholics are treated like second class citizens. In many cases, that's not going far enough - they're treated more like animals. And the Protestants are little better off. The English keep us fighting amongst one another, but at the end of the day, they see an Irishman as an Irishman - scum, regardless of his faith." The man rants passionately. "I've been petitioning the French government on behalf of the United Irishmen. Ireland is ready for a rising - to throw the English into the sea. We just need a spark." He leans in. "You sir, are that spark. With your backing, the Convention will surely agree to send an expedition, like the one to Sardinia. You'll link up with the forces of the United Irishmen, and start a rising. It'll be even easier than your fight for Sardinia - there, the revolutionary movement took you by surprise. In Ireland, the natives will fight alongside you from the start." He promises.
A similar request arrives not long after - from a young Polish officer whose name you can't pronounce, but is spelled Poniatowski. The story he tells of his homeland is harrowing - the Commonwealth people, after announcing reforms that would strengthen their government and increase national sovereignty, were invaded by Russia, Austria and Prussia, who feared that a stronger Poland would be able to retake some of its territory. "We were winning." Poniatowski growls over vodka. "But the damned coward of a king surrendered, and we lost even more sacred Commonwealth land. Now the Dupek Tsar even has the gall to force us to demilitarise - he even takes our troops for his armies. He sees us as part of his empire already." Poniatowski slams the table with his hand. "Well kurwa! If the ty chuju jebany king won't defend his people, we will!" He leans in conspiratorially. "You ever hear of Kościuszko? He fought with Washington. Together we will lead our people to victory. The Austrians have moved their troops from Poland and Carpathia to join Archduke Karl, the Prussians are trying to consolidate in West Germany, and the Russians have their troops on the Austrian border and are trying to decide whether to stab their 'ally' in the back - and they've filled their army with Poles and Lithuanians who were proud citizens of the Commonwealth as soon as a year ago. We'll never have a better chance to launch an uprising. All we need are good officers to train our army."
The next day, deeply hungover from your 'Polish lunch', you head to the Tuilleries to address the National Convention. You see, for the first time, the new president of France, and try to act natural as you step forward to give your account of the War in Sardinia - sadly the questions you're asked don't give you much opportunity for spin, and your report is mostly factual. One thing you notice, however, is that the chamber is more than half empty. To be sure, plenty of members are probably either on other business, or too lazy to attend, but you begin to realise just how many delegates were executed or permanently fled after the coup. Perhaps this is an opportunity? Perhaps the time has come to stop being Captain Bonaparte, and become Deputy Bonaparte?
As you leave, you notice the next person to enter the room and address the government - an Indian man in a bright, flowing robe. You keep within earshot to hear what he wants. In perfect French, the man introduces himself as a servant of the Sultan of Mysore. It seems the Poles aren't the only ones who seek training for their armies - the Tipu Sultan, fresh from a bloody war against the East India Company, seeks French officers to help train his army in modern European tactics to help him crush the British in the next war, as he sees it as obvious that they will eventually try to dominate the entire subcontinent.
Finally, you're invited to dinner by a slimy looking fellow by the name of Talleyrand - a diplomat of repute, or so you're told. After an infuriatingly long period of small talk, Talleyrand gets to the point. Franco-US relations are at their lowest point since the Revolution began, with the disastrous performance of their last diplomat. Talleyrand thinks that an out of the box solution might be more appropriate. The current president of the US, he notes, is George Washington. As a military man, Talleyrand believes that Washington might be more receptive to a soldier like you, rather than a politician. He proposes sending you to the United States as a representative, to reestablish cordial relations. An alliance against the British, he tells you, would be the best outcome, but your focus should be on simply maintaining trade and diplomatic ties, and preventing the normalisation of Anglo-US relations.
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Thankfully, after Talleyrand, you're left alone for a while. When you awaken from your sleep, you feel like you've been unconscious for a year.
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So, this is your desired goal for your next campaign/accomplishment. You didn't really have much of a choice in whether or not to go to Sardinia, but now you're famous and your voice carries weight with military command. Just because you select one doesn't mean you'll be automatically shipped off to the battlefield, though - you'll have time to spend in Paris. Most of these won't see you gone until 1794 at the least.
Some of these positions are independent - meaning you're in charge, where some of them will have you as a subordinate to someone else. The downside of being a subordinate is, of course, less glory. The upside is that the responsibilities of failure and success aren't wholly on you. Which options are independent and which are subordinate, will be clearly marked.
Also, some of these options don't have an rp introduction like the ones above. I'm super tired and I want to get this posted asap, so I skipped some.
Some of these positions are independent - meaning you're in charge, where some of them will have you as a subordinate to someone else. The downside of being a subordinate is, of course, less glory. The upside is that the responsibilities of failure and success aren't wholly on you. Which options are independent and which are subordinate, will be clearly marked.
Also, some of these options don't have an rp introduction like the ones above. I'm super tired and I want to get this posted asap, so I skipped some.
After getting up and lighting a candle, you sit at your desk, drafting a letter to high command. It requests:
Choose one:
[] To join the Armee Du Nord (Subordinate Position): Chief of staff for an army isn't a role that carries much opportunity for glory in combat, but it's a position that inherently carries with it the weight of respect and responsibility - plus, the emphasis on organisation, logistics and people management suits your personal skill set.
[] To join the Armee D'Italie (Subordinate Position): You're a combat leader, and Italy is likely where the heaviest fighting of the war so far will occur, when Archduke Karl clashes with Dumas and Massena. Even if you're not in command, general of division is still a large step up for someone who's still on paper a captain, and such heavy fighting will provide ample opportunity to win laurels, even if you're in the shadow of greater men.
[] To join Lazare Carnot at the Hotel de Brienne (Subordinate Position): Lazare Carnot is one of the foremost military minds of your age, and one of the men responsible for creating new theories and strategies of modern warfare. If you joined him, you might be off the battlefield, but you could take a direct hand in shaping the form of the French Army going into the future.
[] To form an Irish Expeditionary Force (Independent Position): You've already had a hand in liberating one country - why not two? The Irish have risen up before, so you know Fitzgerald isn't lying about his people's willingness to revolt against British Rule.
[] To send you on a training mission to the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (Independent Position): A threat to the flank of the Coalition could be helpful for the French war effort, and you sympathise with the struggle of the Polish and Lithuanian peoples, abandoned by their king and surrounded by empires.
[] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position): Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
[] To accept your resignation from the army, so you can stand for election (Independent Position): You feel you could do as much good in the Convention as you could on the battlefield - perhaps even more. It's time to get your political career started.
[] To give you leave, so you can act as the government's representative in the US (Independent Position): The United States is perhaps the most natural ally of the French Republic. It's vital that the friendship between your countries be restored. You should probably put some time aside to learn English.
[] You put aside the papers - it's too early to make a decision (This puts the decision off)
[] Write in:
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QM Note: No need to vote by plan for this one. I'm super tired at the time of posting and during most of the writing, so please feel free to inform me if anything is unclear or incorrect. I'll update the character sheet tomorrow morning.
QM Note: There'll be a slight moratorium on voting for this one.
Don't forget to add some weird Spyglass that's somehow roped on top of it to function.
Italy's becoming the Main show as the Battles du Nord are becoming the Side Show..
So let's turn the Benelux-Rhine Front into the Main Show, of course with more chances for us to do PR Runs to make many and people of history think that it was thanks to our reorganization, adoptation of new ideas, etc. are the prime reasons for the Generals of the North for quick progress and eventual collapse of the HRE.
Like Moltke the Elder is remembered for in his direction of Prussia and later Early Germany, we shall be remembered as a big contributor to French Military Direction and dominance.
[X] To join the Armee Du Nord (Subordinate Position): Chief of staff for an army isn't a role that carries much opportunity for glory in combat, but it's a position that inherently carries with it the weight of respect and responsibility - plus, the emphasis on organisation, logistics and people management suits your personal skill set.
So in terms of the arms I'd like the pistol.
[] A pair of ebony and silver pistols, with the name "Bonaparte" etched on the barrels
And in terms of our campaign I would love to have Napoleon just go around helping nations gain their independence. Basically the French Simon Bolivar.
[] To form an Irish Expeditionary Force (Independent Position): You've already had a hand in liberating one country - why not two? The Irish have risen up before, so you know Fitzgerald isn't lying about his people's willingness to revolt against British Rule.
[] To send you on a training mission to the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (Independent Position): A threat to the flank of the Coalition could be helpful for the French war effort, and you sympathise with the struggle of the Polish and Lithuanian peoples, abandoned by their king and surrounded by empires.
[] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position): Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
Out of all of them I'd say that a strong Commonwealth is in our best interests. Having Poland remain strong an independent and hopefully an ally means that Prussia and Austria have to watch their rear and expansionist Russia is prevented from expanding into Europe.
[] A pair of ebony and silver pistols, with the name "Bonaparte" etched on the barrels
And in terms of our campaign I would love to have Napoleon just go around helping nations gain their independence. Basically the French Simon Bolivar.
[] To form an Irish Expeditionary Force (Independent Position): You've already had a hand in liberating one country - why not two? The Irish have risen up before, so you know Fitzgerald isn't lying about his people's willingness to revolt against British Rule.
[] To send you on a training mission to the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (Independent Position): A threat to the flank of the Coalition could be helpful for the French war effort, and you sympathise with the struggle of the Polish and Lithuanian peoples, abandoned by their king and surrounded by empires.
[] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position): Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
Out of all of them I'd say that a strong Commonwealth is in our best interests. Having Poland remain strong an independent and hopefully an ally means that Prussia and Austria have to watch their rear and expansionist Russia is prevented from expanding into Europe.
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Only problem I see is the "At all sides thing", while France currently is battling focused on the East, the Polish uprising would've been surrounded North, South, West, East, great opportunities for Napoleon to be drawn to one side while the other three can be exploited by light units raiding the supply lines and may create feints to weaken the fronts further.
- Location
- not doing my homework
- Pronouns
- He/They
Fair enough, but that's still drawing HRE resources out of the Netherlands (for example)
The reason they're suggest to revolt now is the fact that Prussia is tied up near the Rein Valley and Austria's pulled their troops to deal with Dumas. Only Russia is in the area and a lot of those troops are Lithuanian and Polish who are ready to revolt.
So 2/3 of the powers don't have many troops in the location and the last ones troops are substantially composed of people who hate them.
I feel like going to lreland or Poland would be a bad idea right now. We already have some respect no need to do something crazy. Joining the armee du nord or armee d'italie is probably the best option. But the situation in Italy looks more dangerous if we lose will have the stink of defeat and even if we win it won't really be our victory. So let's go to armm du nord
- Location
- Canada
[] Mount the scaffold and make a speech - best to strike the propaganda iron while it's hot
[] Write in: Your speech, or the cliffnotes version: Speak of your great victories in Sardinia and of the bravery and gumption of the soldiers that you received from this region of the republic. Make yourself look good but also make mention of your allies and subordinates as you speak to them of the great victory for republicanism that this war was.
[ ] A cavalry saber with a handguard carved into the shape of an eagle, with its wings outstretched like it's about to take flight
[ ] A smallsword with a gold hilt, etched with a battle scene
We are a fencer, we should have a proper sign of that. Also these would be quite easy to carry compared to something like a musket or halberd.
[] To join the Armee Du Nord (Subordinate Position): Chief of staff for an army isn't a role that carries much opportunity for glory in combat, but it's a position that inherently carries with it the weight of respect and responsibility - plus, the emphasis on organisation, logistics and people management suits your personal skill set.
[] To join the Armee D'Italie (Subordinate Position): You're a combat leader, and Italy is likely where the heaviest fighting of the war so far will occur, when Archduke Karl clashes with Dumas and Massena. Even if you're not in command, general of division is still a large step up for someone who's still on paper a captain, and such heavy fighting will provide ample opportunity to win laurels, even if you're in the shadow of greater men.
In either army here we'll be getting a promotion and making ourselves better known while getting experience with larger forces and with opportunities to increase our relations with the other great generals of the republic. Plus we'll actually be on the mainland again if there's ever a mess in France again. Being in the north would allow us a quick position back to Paris should we want to be managing our company or politics more closely, but we might earn more honours in Italy.
[] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position): Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
Mysore is also a potentially good place given the amount of money and experience we could get out of the place. I feel like Napoleon and the Sultan might also find in each other kindred spirits in the appreciation of long range explosives.
[] Write in: Your speech, or the cliffnotes version: Speak of your great victories in Sardinia and of the bravery and gumption of the soldiers that you received from this region of the republic. Make yourself look good but also make mention of your allies and subordinates as you speak to them of the great victory for republicanism that this war was.
[ ] A cavalry saber with a handguard carved into the shape of an eagle, with its wings outstretched like it's about to take flight
[ ] A smallsword with a gold hilt, etched with a battle scene
We are a fencer, we should have a proper sign of that. Also these would be quite easy to carry compared to something like a musket or halberd.
[] To join the Armee Du Nord (Subordinate Position): Chief of staff for an army isn't a role that carries much opportunity for glory in combat, but it's a position that inherently carries with it the weight of respect and responsibility - plus, the emphasis on organisation, logistics and people management suits your personal skill set.
[] To join the Armee D'Italie (Subordinate Position): You're a combat leader, and Italy is likely where the heaviest fighting of the war so far will occur, when Archduke Karl clashes with Dumas and Massena. Even if you're not in command, general of division is still a large step up for someone who's still on paper a captain, and such heavy fighting will provide ample opportunity to win laurels, even if you're in the shadow of greater men.
In either army here we'll be getting a promotion and making ourselves better known while getting experience with larger forces and with opportunities to increase our relations with the other great generals of the republic. Plus we'll actually be on the mainland again if there's ever a mess in France again. Being in the north would allow us a quick position back to Paris should we want to be managing our company or politics more closely, but we might earn more honours in Italy.
[] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position): Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
Mysore is also a potentially good place given the amount of money and experience we could get out of the place. I feel like Napoleon and the Sultan might also find in each other kindred spirits in the appreciation of long range explosives.
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[X] Plan: Striking the enemy where it hurts the most
-[X] No need - It's better to take your time and plan out how you're going to spin your victories. You shouldn't risk putting your foot in your mouth by saying the wrong thing.
-[X] A rifled musket, painstakingly crafted for perfect accuracy.
-[X] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position):Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
-[X] No need - It's better to take your time and plan out how you're going to spin your victories. You shouldn't risk putting your foot in your mouth by saying the wrong thing.
-[X] A rifled musket, painstakingly crafted for perfect accuracy.
-[X] To be sent as a military liason to Mysore (Independent Position):Britain's strength is based on trade, and so an attack on its valuable colonies in India could be as damaging as an attack in Ireland. Mysore is currently at peace with Britain, meaning there'd be time to prepare, as well. The Tipu Sultan is also offering a lot of money…
Arthur Wellesley would be part of the next Mysore war.
Didn't realize the voting was off.. can someone remind me so I can re-vote for the decision later?
Besides, wouldn't it be a PR Boost to be instrumental of "Beating back the Coalition from trying to take Paris"?
Not to mention we can add in Desaix as a Brigadier General, find Davout to rejoin as a Brigadier General and Drill Master of the Army of the North (guy's been missing for a while), Get Murat as master of Cavalry (or Infantry), and try and get new Brigadier generals to join in to rewind the Coalition's victories easier than playing as a general that's contributions are likely going to be brought to
Also a great opportunity to begin reform of the Army, and organization/administration/other experiences in it.
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You're telling me we have the chance to kill the Iron Duke? Say no more! Him and maybe sending an assassin to kill Nelson would get any vote of mine.
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
Frankly, I'd love to go to Ireland. It would make a fantastic opportunity to really give it to the British. However, they will send a lot of troops to put down the threat. It will be a hard fight.
While Poland would be my preferred choice, the matter is simple. At this point there is absolutely no way we can save the situation. To go there is to risk death or a long term vacation to Siberia. Remember, that Prince Poniatowski is the King's nephew and he resigned from the army the moment the monarch surrendered and joined the Targowica Confederation. He should have been in Vienna, where he was born, but decided to go to France to look for help for some reason. Although he mouths him now, remember that he refused a scheme to kidnap him after his betrayal out of personal loyalty to a family member. The second partition humiliated the Confederation leaders however and a rising is underway. Too bad it will be damn impossible to win.
The most realistic option would be to probably serve under Dumas, since it gives us a promotion to General de Division and keeps us in the fighting in the hottest spot of the war.
While Poland would be my preferred choice, the matter is simple. At this point there is absolutely no way we can save the situation. To go there is to risk death or a long term vacation to Siberia. Remember, that Prince Poniatowski is the King's nephew and he resigned from the army the moment the monarch surrendered and joined the Targowica Confederation. He should have been in Vienna, where he was born, but decided to go to France to look for help for some reason. Although he mouths him now, remember that he refused a scheme to kidnap him after his betrayal out of personal loyalty to a family member. The second partition humiliated the Confederation leaders however and a rising is underway. Too bad it will be damn impossible to win.
The most realistic option would be to probably serve under Dumas, since it gives us a promotion to General de Division and keeps us in the fighting in the hottest spot of the war.
Unless we go through a route of repeatedly attacking the Coalition from the Rhine and weaken them enough for the Polish to actually have the ability to stall the armies for the French to arrive (or we just demand a Free Poland in the Peace Treaty while we form a Polish Legion to help the efforts in pushing them from the Rhine).
No one would expect a French come-back while the Austrians and their allies sends their best to Italy.
[] To send you on a training mission to the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (Independent Position): A threat to the flank of the Coalition could be helpful for the French war effort, and you sympathise with the struggle of the Polish and Lithuanian peoples, abandoned by their king and surrounded by empires.
Impossible odds likley to Die in our god given duty sign us up and maybe we can finally become a President for a Nation and not for france a strong and friendly Commonwealth is a nightmare for austria and Prusia.Or Irland would love both tbh.
Impossible odds likley to Die in our god given duty sign us up and maybe we can finally become a President for a Nation and not for france a strong and friendly Commonwealth is a nightmare for austria and Prusia.Or Irland would love both tbh.
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