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That makes sense, I just don't want them to come swinging back at us in 20 years.
[X] Plan: Peace With Honor
Rebirth of the World (NO SV, Welcome to the Renaissance)
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That makes sense, I just don't want them to come swinging back at us in 20 years.
[X] Plan: Peace With Honor
Oh my god well we now have the UK and a very paranoid HRE who somehow is more scared at us then France hmm must be because France saw instead of attacking us they go for Germany
Well..Looks like the British Empire is forming earlier..
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So. Are we gonna find a grand Thunderdome between us, Spain, Ottomans, and England?
Ottomans: "We will have our revenge!"
Frederico: "You and what navy?"
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
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I'd rather not, we're getting definite access to trade in the ottoman empire and to Crimea, trade concessions on a DC30 roll just doesn't seem worth it to be honest.
Magoose also mentioned that any concessions will be looked at suspiciously by the other powers, given our recent standing on the world stage I'd aim to not alienate people on both sides of the Mediterranean.
The Journal from the Italian-Ottoman War by Benito Mousillini
An Omake of a Journal
(Excerpt from Page 5 of The Journal from the Italian-Ottoman War by Benito Mousillini, an Italian Sailor in 1511)
The sea was calm, its tides going in and out from the coast and into the horizons a man can see, where the sun sometimes goes when they look at it. The sea gulls taunt us from the sky, challenging us to defeat them in their own game of flight, which is much silly to think and believe we could do so.
The wind was favourable, its breeze of warm and cold chill going into us like tendrils, sweat being cooled from the open-sky sun that shines upon us. Clouds cannot be seen from the blue sky that governs our people.
The wood fresh for a new voyage, its new hardened texture defines its newness as part of the Italian Navy..however unfortunately for the crew and I, we were unable to gain the King's Guns as part of the new armament project of the Royal Navy.
I remember sleeping that one fateful afternoon, after a hard day's work of maintenance checks and other labour that is neglected by the laziest of the bunch. The squawks of the sea birds above fill the noise while some give its drops on the bridge and seats of the ship, the latter of which filling me with annoyance and irritation at having to do it again.
It was once I awoke that I felt my gut clench, and a chill in the air with the hairs of my body going upwards, realising something was wrong.
Looking up in the sky that was blues, are now covered with greys and darker shades of the aforementioned colour. The birds that loved to taunt us sailors weren't also there.
This sixth sense has sparked the adrenaline that was in my body, now spreading across it to my limbs and head, that made me active in rushing out and demanding one of the expensive but required items that was imported from the Netherlands, The Telescope, to see what was coming.
And the opponents going against us made me chill in fear, its red and yellow design making it clear who was coming..
And I wasn't alone..
It wasn't just a singular ship..but a large fleet..
[...]
(Excerpt from Page 7 of The Journal from the Italian-Ottoman War by Benito Mousillini, an Italian Sailor in 1511)
We were alive in the sea, sounds of thundering barrels from the enemy going upon us, the sky rattled with thunder and lightning alive in the distance and nearby. The tribulation of the air filling with a rapid increase of tension in our flesh and bones, knowing what was to come if we do not stop the enemy.
"ALL HANDS ON DECK! PREPARE FOR A FIGHT!" I called as a bell was used to alarm everyone sleeping in the barracks below to prepare for a fight.
I gritted my teeth..they will pay against us for attempting an invasion on the land of all Italians!
(Excerpt from Page 5 of The Journal from the Italian-Ottoman War by Benito Mousillini, an Italian Sailor in 1511)
The sea was calm, its tides going in and out from the coast and into the horizons a man can see, where the sun sometimes goes when they look at it. The sea gulls taunt us from the sky, challenging us to defeat them in their own game of flight, which is much silly to think and believe we could do so.
The wind was favourable, its breeze of warm and cold chill going into us like tendrils, sweat being cooled from the open-sky sun that shines upon us. Clouds cannot be seen from the blue sky that governs our people.
The wood fresh for a new voyage, its new hardened texture defines its newness as part of the Italian Navy..however unfortunately for the crew and I, we were unable to gain the King's Guns as part of the new armament project of the Royal Navy.
I remember sleeping that one fateful afternoon, after a hard day's work of maintenance checks and other labour that is neglected by the laziest of the bunch. The squawks of the sea birds above fill the noise while some give its drops on the bridge and seats of the ship, the latter of which filling me with annoyance and irritation at having to do it again.
It was once I awoke that I felt my gut clench, and a chill in the air with the hairs of my body going upwards, realising something was wrong.
Looking up in the sky that was blues, are now covered with greys and darker shades of the aforementioned colour. The birds that loved to taunt us sailors weren't also there.
This sixth sense has sparked the adrenaline that was in my body, now spreading across it to my limbs and head, that made me active in rushing out and demanding one of the expensive but required items that was imported from the Netherlands, The Telescope, to see what was coming.
And the opponents going against us made me chill in fear, its red and yellow design making it clear who was coming..
And I wasn't alone..
It wasn't just a singular ship..but a large fleet..
[...]
(Excerpt from Page 7 of The Journal from the Italian-Ottoman War by Benito Mousillini, an Italian Sailor in 1511)
We were alive in the sea, sounds of thundering barrels from the enemy going upon us, the sky rattled with thunder and lightning alive in the distance and nearby. The tribulation of the air filling with a rapid increase of tension in our flesh and bones, knowing what was to come if we do not stop the enemy.
"ALL HANDS ON DECK! PREPARE FOR A FIGHT!" I called as a bell was used to alarm everyone sleeping in the barracks below to prepare for a fight.
I gritted my teeth..they will pay against us for attempting an invasion on the land of all Italians!
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- Reader
Yeah. Definitely should have waited things out a bit before going with peace. Drat.
Let's just say between france, HRE, and Henry, odds are we don't have to worry about Ottomans being in a state to come back anytime soon. Frankly they could still collapse. A low roll next turn could see someone in Ottoman territory rebel over Suliman's decision to sue for peace rather than seek retribution. The Ottoman empire may not survive the century.
Look at the bright side, we wouldn't get drop-kicked by France by a surprise attack.
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- Reader
I don't think that was going to happen anyway. Seems like they decided targetting HRE was smarter. Honestly if we hadn't taken the sultan option this turn, france action would have gotten it's rolls, and they'd probably be our allies now.
[X] Plan: Peace With Honor
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The house of wisdom was destroyed by the Mongols almost 300 years ago in quest.
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Sad. Are any of their technologies useful?
Sidenote how expensive would a hostage be? Or some other, more reliable way to enforce peace? Maybe a very public and direct oath to God on the rulership of the ottoman's part? I don't think he could so easily break something like that right?
What are you expecting them to do with no fleet and Greece in open rebellion against them?
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Mostly long term, don't want them coming back once they get their feet under them again.
That makes it a lot more difficult. In part because what measure can stick if leadership can get forcibly changed multiple times between now and the nebulous future. Besides destroying the Ottomans now.
Well. Their leader is a nat 100 person, so...
The Ottomans have their work cut out for them at least.
