La Chanson de la Victoire (The Song of Victory): La Petite Arpenteuse (Non, SV, you are a General of France in the Napoleonic War!)

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The Rumor Mill of the European Powers (1797 Q3)
The Rumor Mill of the European Powers (1797 Q3)

Austria: 96+4=100
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Rebels Holding on (Without Russia Propping them up): 1

Who's Corps was Sent: 6th, 10th, 11th

Who commands: 1

Marshal Mortier is in command of the Army of the East.

To describe the situation within the Austrian Empire as a diplomatic clusterfuck (As one Dennis Martin Severin would say), would be a remarkable understatement of numerous ethnic groups trying to kill each other.

Emperor Francis, however, took the desire to rebuild and reform his empire, into something more under his control, as a challenge worthy of him, and one that would be backed, By French Muskets.

Once word spread that the French and Austrians were agreeing to an alliance, the great rebels that were too busy murdering each other, gave up, at least their citizens did.

The Armies and their government, now flush with Russian Guns, Silver, and bodies, were quickly continuing their campaigns of terror and battle against Archduke Charles.

But the news of French Forces in Austria soon to arrive made all of those that still lived for their Emperor Cheer.

Napoleon had chosen to send his more untested commanders into the Fray, Mortier, who was by all accounts, a brilliant general who has never been in truly independent command, or even a command grater than a division, was given his first taste of it.

It was not a horrid choice, as some feared, and even his subordinates, Lefrvbre, Ney, and Serrurier were accepting of his orders with little fuss, though Marshal Ney insisted he leads the vanguard and the forward column, to the surprise of no one. He seemed to take to it as if he was leading a city garrison, keeping supply, and organization among his ranks. And despite his lack of battle experience, he was receptive to his more experienced subordinates.

He was not as prideful as they feared. But his orders were final. And they were good. Not like a Severin, and auclair or Davout level of clarity, but enough to give room for interpretation, and to keep doing things well/

And while he was still rather frosty with his counterpart, Archduke Charles, they both had a decent working relationship and kept in constant communication once he passed into Austrian Territory.

They would soon be finally putting an end to this rebellion. Perhaps there may be peace in Europe for a little while.

Reward: The Army of the East have crossed into Austria, and the Austrians have won the hearts and minds propaganda war for their other subjects, as many citizens living in the Republics are horrified and terrified of becoming not only a Russian puppet state but also possibly murdered by the armies trying to protect them.

The Army of the East and Archduke Charles have a steller, but a frosty, working relationship.
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Prussia:87

The Reforms of their army continue slowly, but there is progress.

But a great reform has passed that is a benefit to all of the people of Prussia.

Serfdom has been officially Abolished.

Every man, every woman, and child, despite being subject to a crown, will no longer be tied to the lands they are born to.

Reward: Serfdom has been abolished in Prussia. All men may not be free, but they are not born slaves.
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GB: 9

Great Britain's Reputation in Europe has become second to France in terms of Pariah status.

They are infamous, and their army's reputation and their naval dominance have been called into question.

No one wishes, at least openly, wishes to take part in maintaining relations with the British Empire.

Reward: Britain has become, at least openly, Diplomatically isolated. Merchants are viewed with suspicion and fear. The Union Jack is not flown as openly in the coastal ports as it once was.
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Negotiating the Release of the Prisoners From America: 89

To say that the British were able to steal their prisoners and ships back from the Americans was an understatement.

It was not by force of arms that they threatened them with. It was a complete and total blockade from Europe.

Jefferson may have been able to win many victories against the British, but even his supporters could not risk losing the markets of Europe.

Not when the US Navy, small in number, and now receiving the funding it needs, is not prepared for such ability to enforce American neutrality in European affairs.

Jefferson, despite his gut telling him not to, agreed.

But on one condition.

Britain's debts, ones that the United States owed to them, were being put on hold. All Payments would be stopped, with no interest gained on them, for 4 years, the remainder of Jefferson's term. To be renegotiated by either his next administration or the next president.

Reward: The British, despite being beaten, still had the reputation and the gall to threaten a total blockade of all European markets from American shipping.

And America blinked first, instead of calling the bluff.

A Failure of the Jefferson administration. Gaining next to nothing, except far less money in their deficit. And more time to prepare for whatever is to come

Jeffersons Failure will be felt throughout the American Psyche.

There will be blood, even as Jefferson, pragmatically, wishes for peace.
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Russia:5

To say that the Russians were dealing with problems was an understatement.

The Russian nobility was not liking the games that Alexander was playing, making plans, and getting involved ni wars that, on the surface, did not suit Russian interests.

Alexander even agreed with them but told them that the destabilization of much of the Austrian Empire would only Benefit Russia in the Long term, especially if he was still winning.

But his nobles shut him down, and Tsar Alexander was given a quick reminder that just because he ruled with an iron fist, he was still very much in need of his nobles now.

Despite his victories, he had to back off from supporting more rebels across Austria, or risk dying like his father had.

Reward: Despite his victories, Alexander's ambitions of expanding Russian influence, will have to wait, while he deals with the great… annoyances that are within his Empire.

Nobles that hold too much power, and wish to profit from his successes.

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The Ottoman Empire: 1

The empire has shattered into civil war.

Egypt has been invaded by Muhammad Parsha, and his Albanian supporters, trying to take over Egypt and its inner lands, while Greece Rebels, every major city and township has seen a greek militia take out the Garrisons.

Millions of pounds of silver were seized in the great cities.

And The Jewel of the Empire, Istanbul, or now Constantinople by its new occupiers, the Russian Empire, was no longer under Turkish control. Their empires' control of europe, was effectively ended.

And now, the Sultan, is fighting for his life, with whatever supporters he has, against his brother, who rose with Arabic Rebels, in Jihad against the Russians.

Reward:

The Ottomans have entered what is likely its death nill. A civil war between brothers, Egypt is falling to Parsha and his compatriots.

Greece is now, nominally Free of Ottoman Influence.

An Empire is on the precipice of Death.

Can it be saved?
 
The Life of Brian: The Emperor and the Hero
The Life of Brian: The Emperor and the Hero

(Brian POV)

There were few times you ever truly felt angry at your friend. There was something of an unspoken rule that you had both understood since you both began working with each other. There was the need, not only to communicate with one another but also to be honest.

There was never a time you felt the need to lie to Napoleon, the man whom, for the longest time, you thought your friend.

Not when you were in the Vendee. Not when you stormed Paris and threw Robespierre in chains, and when you told him that he needed a trial when he wished to hand Robespierre over to the Razor.

Not in Italy, not when he crowned himself Emperor, and most certainly not when he marched on Paris and killed the Dream of a French Republic. Perhaps in your lifetime.

Perhaps forever.

No. There was the reason you had stormed into his room, where his study was, overlooking the city. And slammed the door shut behind you and worked to bar it. You wanted this conversation to be alone, between you two men. Without pageantry, without titles.

With only the respect you both thought you had for one another.

If there was any left on Napoleon's end.

"Why?" You growled as you turned to the men that were chasing behind you, trying to open the door with force, thinking there was an assassin trying to kill the Emperor. It was farther from the truth than any realized. "Leave us!" You ordered. "The Emperor is unharmed. I merely wish to speak to him like a man."

Unbenounceted to you, Napoleon was just watching you, gawking for a singular moment as he tried to find out what on God's green earth was going on, and how was he going to respond. Yet in the end, with the coolness that he seemed to have in your presence. He was confident that he would control the outcome of the conversation. "Marshal, I was not expecting this intrusion."

He tried to take control, but you did not allow him, standing at your full height as you glared at him. "I want to know the Truth about the appointments." You stated. "I know those ballots were not entirely true to the will of the people."

Napoleon frowned, as he narrowed his eyebrows. "And what could possibly possess you to think of such a rational?"

That almost made you think about a great deal of damage that you could do to the man if you just threw him out the window, onto the balcony below. Sure it was marble, there were some chairs that could break the fall, and it wasn't long enough to kill him, but it might hurt him badly enough that the treason charges that he may throw at you would be enough to be worth it.

But onto the subject at hand, you looked to your brother-in-law, the man you considered a friend, and gazed so coldly into his soul that, for a brief second, the Emperor was gone, and all that left was the man who you fought beside.

Napoleon.

"You mean to tell me that your manipulations of the Italian Electorate with bribe money and intimidation was not under your orders, to prevent me from gaining a crown? Even when my sister wished for that same thing?" You asked.

Napoleon remained silent, as he twiddled his thumbs and thought carefully about his next words. He realized that you would not stop until you learned the Truth.

"You want to know the Truth?" He stated firmly as he stood, shorter in stature than you yes, but in authority that was matched by no one else in France. "You would have been the perfect king."

Napoleon paced around the room, from his chair to the window. "I am of the honest belief that a man whose loyalty is as assured as your own, one that has, without question, sought the betterment of France and her people, would have been such a great King, that I would be foolish to let him sit back, and become strewn with anger. You have the skills of command and administration that few in all of the Grand Armee can attest to. You are competent in independent command operating without my orders and can move mountains when under me. You have proven loyalty to myself rather than the idea of the Republic that has faltered because you put France's survival over your lofty ideals."

Napoleon gave a chuckle. "You are perfect as a king. Yet your desire to not place yourself as the sole authority, you wish to be a first among equals to a people that owe their liberty to you, and to ME." He paused, pointing at himself. "You lack the will to take power for yourself. If you had, The Republic may have survived. The Revolution may not have needed a man like me to take its torch and be its standard-bearer."

Napoleon faced you now and glared right into your soul. "If you were any more perfect a king. You would be Emperor, and not me."

At his words, you felt the weight crush you. "Brian Auclair, You are not king, not because I do not trust you to be loyal to France, but because I know you. The moment you are forced into power, you will quickly try to get rid of it, to avoid the responsibility of your mistakes, your failings as a man, and as a Sovereign, and above all else, your wish for the lofty ideals, ones that cannot exist any more than but a dream in the eyes of those who do not understand what they ask for when it comes to power."

Napoleon, finishing back in his chair, looked at his paper. "Do you understand?"

You nodded and knew that any other words may as well kill you in his eyes. "I do." You then pulled out your Baton from your belt and held it in your hands. "And I know you are lying about every word you have said." Gently setting it down onto his desk, your gaze was into his soul again.

"The Truth is, you don't trust me anymore." You stated. "And If I cannot be in your trust then I will not be in your service. And when you find that all the power you have cannot give you that… you will come back to me, and I will be waiting for you. And you better pray, that the words you speak, are the right words. Or you will never see me again."

Napoleon stammered, at a complete loss for words in his anger at you. "If you walk out that door, I will court-martial you. You will lose your rank, your privileges, and all that I have given you."

And you left the room, unbarring the door, and avoided the Imperial Guard that rushed in. "You cannot take away my honor Napoleon, as tattered and tainted that you have made it in your quest for power and control."

You were going home to Avignon.

And hopefully, never see another War again.

"I believe in the Revolution, and what it stands for Napoleon. Now you need to find out if you do too."


Reward: Brian Auclair is now retired from Active duty.

He will be taken off as Chief of Staff of the VIII Corps.

Napoleon now must ponder questions that, for the longest time, he left unanswered.

All without one of his closest friends.
 
Superevent - The French-Austrian Alliance (Alexander Sturnn)
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12.7: A Year of Triumph; Une année de triomphe
12.7: A Year of Triumph; Une année de triomphe

It was a very tiring day when you realized that things were quiet around the court of France. Your Husband had been waiting for you when you returned to the room and office, the twins were gone, having been returned to their own room by one of the nursemaids that had walked past you.

You stood at the door as Napoleon continued to read numerous reports, both from Spain, and Austria as he muttered to himself. "Too much-dammed attention elsewhere. The Empire is not secure."

"Well of course it isn't, no one likes a situation where a massive power surge on a continent will cause chaos that many of the powers will not like at all." You found yourself stating as you walked through the room and nodded your head. "We have done everything we can to do with this situation."

"Mortier's inexperience, despite allowing him to be a great deal more flexible in his operations, has caused him some headaches in Austria, and while the Russian attempts to destabilize the nation has failed, and many of the great problems on the surface has been dealt with, there is a great of minor and prominent issues, including Archduke Charles wish to use french troops to police numerous of the trouble regions within the region, a statement I do not agree with."

He sighed. "Don Carlos of Spain is still reeling from the end of the civil war, and is requesting more French Corps into his kingdom to help secure it, while I negotiate a deal that will benefit France, but in the meantime, Spain still burns from rebels, bandits, and rebel armies. Marshal Suchet has already requested to be relieved from his command, to rebuild his own forces, to rotate the army. He also claims that, despite local support from the local governors and bishops, he is viewed in a mistrusted light. He has destroyed Spanish forces, and while he has not extracted great wealth from Spain's countryside, he is mistrusted, for he was a supporter of the revolution, and there have been rumors that he approved of your man Davouts actions against the pope."

He paused. "So I need a new commander in charge of Spain, one that will respect their rights, and not loot them, and cement our alliance with the State."

You frowned. "Something tells me that it will not be something I am going to like that well?"

Napoleon frowned and shook his head. "I trust no one else to see these jobs through."

"What about Brian? Or Davout? Or other marshals."

Napoleon looked away. "I trust no one else."

"But I believe that you should have the choice, seeing as I can rest easy whatever you choose."

"Are you relieving me of the Inspector Generalship?" You asked.

Napoleon nodded. "For now."

Where do you Go?:
[]Austria: You will go to Austria and take command of the Army of the East, and their police action in Austria.

[]Spain: You will relieve Suchet from his command, take your corps, and bring peace to a nation that has no law, no order, and no king.
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Army Spirits gained from the Inspector Generalship! And beyond!:


The College of War: The French Military is lacking, in many junior officers. Men who were maybe privates or sargents, or never held a military rank before. They needed to be trained so thoroughly that they will be without peers.
-This will open up a new military college, and depending on how funded and how rigorous its recruitment is, it can create the highest quality of officers.
-Officers will no longer suffer debuffs in their first combat, and they will know what the hell they are doing
-Staff officers and junior officers for Staff work will not be left out to die, and in fact, are encouraged to learn field and staff work.
-Remedial training for Officers are required for promotion to a more senior rank and officers must learn the duties of the next two ranks if they wish to proceed
- (OOC: Opens up OC Creation!)
-Current Funding Status: (Fully Funded)


The Emperors System: Marshal Kellerman has finished his creation of payment for each rank, first to prevent men from relying on Loot, stealing from the land they are occupying, or within France itself, to maintain good order and discipline. While in the upper circles of the Army, this move was seen as unpopular, as the great wealth officers of their station gained during the looting and sacking of cities and townships. But among the rank and file, there is nothing short of celebration. Many men are happy that, for the rest of their careers, they can be assured payment on the first and 15th of the month.
-Men will no longer have a loot roll, meaning that after an assault, there will be no negative relationship penalties during negotiations.
-The Morale of the French Army has increased in its lower ranks due to assured payment.
-Expect more on-duty gambling and other activities that will need to be disciplined.

The Post Soldier Vocation Career Paths: Once a soldier who has fought for his entire career or even his youth, leaves, he may have nothing but the soldiering experience to guide him. He may be a good man, but lacking many skills. To alleviate, and prevent a crime wave when soldiers are sent on their own, they will be trained in vocational skills, and other trained skills that will be needed, carpentry, masonry, engineering. There will be a test that all soldiers will take when they are recruited, after they are assigned their units, to test their aptitude, and then are assigned courses while in France to take.
-This will create a skilled labor force post-army career, and help prevent a large crimewave from happening again after demobilization
-May lead to a great increase in skilled labor and may cause problems for the economy.
-You will need to enforce the training for the young enlisted men who just want to be soldiers.

Gain Doctrine:

Counter Insurgency (Infnacy): Marshal Soults Theory on how to maintain and occupation of a foreign land, and win its populous has become something of required reading as of late for the senior staff of the French Army. You are no different, as you have taken in numerous advancing lessons on how the Vendee was handled, before Brian and Napoleon unleashed hell upon the region, how small units were able to combat the bandits and the guerillas. There was so much to learn, yet even as Soult finished such a treatise… he stated he still did not have a single idea how the hell all of it would work.
-When acting as an occupying or police force, gain a +10 for these actions
-The Doctrine is still very much new, and as such, will be developed on how you react and act during it's usage.
-Other commanders do not like this doctrine and may wish to see it revoked or changed.
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Do you Request for Additional Corps to Join you?:

[]Yes
[]No
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Which Corps would you like to join you (6th. 10th and 11th corps are unavailable):
[]Write in
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Do you Try to Bring Brian with you?:

[]Yes: You are bringing your brother with you. DC: 30

[]No: Let him stay home.
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AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format please!
 
13.1 Spain
13.1 Spain

January 5th, 1798, Morning.

Outskirts of Barcelona, Headquarters for French Army of Spain.​

You felt sore. That was not the most mind-numbingly boring part of the last few weeks, but trudging through the light winter snows of the Spanish countryside was a sore experience. Even as you saw the smoke from the city, the great industries, and the bells of the Churches that were ringing for Mass, or prayers, you knew that there were far worse fates than soreness. Even with your horse slowly trotting, you knew that in any number of minutes, hell could be rained down.

But besides you on your left, with the swagger in the saddle that befitted only the greatest of noblemen, A man whom, even in this weather, with snow falling onto his hat, wore a silk tunic, with medals and awards on his chest, his Baton, his office, and most importantly of all, your subordinate sneezed and continued to complain. "Must we ride in the open? I have heard rumors of snipers wishing to do anything to get an officer's blood on the ground."

The rumor was an old one, one that had still held firm, even with Soults masterful counter-insurgency in the last year. But it was not the same, as the snipers that may be fighting you and yours were not the same snipers that nearly killed Soult a year ago. But they were no less frightening and intimidating.

These Bandits draped in the colors of moon and midnight when the night was darkest, and the shade of green and brown and olive when the sun was high in the sky, were like demons from hell.

These bandits were criminals, yes, but they acted like a military unit that saw you as nothing more than oppressors, conquerors, who had stolen away from the possibility of the Republican dream that would have made Spain into a beacon for the rest of the world.

The same dream, and measures, you assumed, would have turned Spain into a Bloodbath, same as it did in France.

"These Roads have been clear, and our patrols, the Patrols from Marshal Soult, and the men from the city, whom we talked to less than an hour ago, said there were no bandits, no riflemen, and no sign of aggression from the Spanish subjects." You turned to your right and saw the man who was acting, at least for the moment, at this particular day, as your Deputy. Davout adjusted his spectacles and, true to form, gave a very quiet sigh. The meticulousness of the patrol patterns, the idea of being away from the court, had given life to the man whom you knew, without a second thought, enjoyed being out in the field. "Truthfully Marshal, if I didn't know any better, you just wanted to ride in the carriage, writing letters to your wife to be, hoping that the Emperor, in his infinite wisdom, does not try to take your chances away by using her for politics."

That earned the ire of the Dandy Man. "Listen here you four-eyed simpleton, if you know just how well that the trodden path that we find ourselves on will take us, I would take that as a provocation of your insolence, and duel you for my honor!"

"Yet we both know that your shit at pistols, and barely better with a saber," Davout replied. "The only thing your good at is riding horses and being brave for those who do not know how to!"

The insulting spree, while hiding some tact, was witty enough that, in another day, was enough to force a laugh from you, however, saw your smile dim, and your frown grows larger. "I thought I would be dealing less in the manner of juvenile insults when I left my sons with their tutor and Louis around dealing with the consequences of his actions for being an idiot. But it seems I was mistaken, for all I see, is instead of two, brilliant marshals of the French Empire… I see two young men, measuring what little length they have… and being disappointed that a woman is longer."

Both men looked down in shame, and they knew precisely what you meant. After all, you were the one heading the new Army of Spain, with them as subordinates. Their ego thankfully was not large enough to even question you, or your wishes. Not after Messina. And most certainly not after your rise as Empress.

You may not have won a dozen battles like Napoleon or managed miracles like Brian… at least against a numerically superior foe. But you were a miracle worker. A competent and dutiful commander, and if you managed to continue, mayhaps see more.

A sigh escaped Murat, as he bowed his head. "I shall see to the Cavalry, and prepare the VIIth Corp for your inspection!" Then, without a hint of complaining about the Cold, he rode off.

Davout, for his part, cleaned his spectacles and placed them back onto his nose, holding the reins of his horse with one hand. "I never thought I would be glad to work with him again, in a capacity where he would be my equal. Yet here I am, wondering how I can such a way?"

"Murat has that effect on people, same with Severin." You mused as you held the pommel of your sword, and sighed. "Perhaps, like Napoleon once told me, that men of action have more in common than they don't. It is only a matter of their pride, blocking themselves from their true potential."

That made Davout chuckle. "When has Napoleon ever been a font of wisdom when it regards anything other than statecraft, or armies?"

You frowned. "Well, he has a remarkably good way of judging character."

Davout chuckled louder. "Is that his wife speaking, or his Marshal!?"

That earned him a deeper frown. "Would you rather I assign you to staff duties for the duration of this campaign?"

"For the look on your face, I would be willing to risk execution." It was then you realized that he was still so remarkably comfortable, even in a situation like this. "Begging the pardon."

A moment passed, as you felt the need to pinch your nose and struggle to not scream, and then laugh at the face your deputy was making.

"I should tell you to inspect your men and prepare them for hell." You responded, a joking threat, but one that could easily be brought to reality if you willed it. "But I'm not in the mood to make you suffer. I already have to deal with Murat."

Davout nodded, before giving a small bow. "Do well Marshal. Or do you want to be-"

"I told you once, and I will say it again Davout, I am not the Empress in the field. I am the Marshal." You stated, without a moment of hesitation.

That made the Iron Marshal give a smile. "Good, I was hoping all that politics made you soft."

"Like hell." The reply was soft but enough to match the joy that Davout gave to you.

You then focused your attention on your boots. "I hope to hell they have come in bigger sizes. I hate having to spend thousands of Franks on piss poor shoes."
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Afternoon

Outside of Army of Spain Headquarters, Barcelona.​

A sigh escaped the lips of General Desaix, one that was mirrored by numerous men of the bodyguard surrounding you. There was a good reason for that. You were, despite the city being secured, in hostile territory, and despite Marshal Soults' best efforts, were not safe. These men were not tired, but board, hoping to see action. And you had wanted to reinforce an action you had long been trying to drill into these men.

"Something on your mind, Desaix?" It was not a normal thing for a man to be undisciplined, especially this man, who was always wishing to be out in the action, in the thick of it, even being the Chief of Staff and Deputy to Davout.

The General took a breath, realizing that his sigh prompted this. "My apologies Marshal, but unfortunately, I have been struggling for these past days to see what purpose we are under these circumstances, fighting for? The Spanish countryside is awash with bandits, but we are soldiers, not constables. The people of Spain do not enjoy this show of force we are presenting, with this army. We are striking fear into their hearts. And with no enemy to fight, that fear may turn towards us, the foreign and the other."

"That is because you are narrow-minded in our operations." The voice of the General, now Marshal Soult entered your ears, as the door to his office was opened by his bodyguards. He seemed to cross between anger and relief, but his expression was decidedly neutral.

Oh how you wished to have Murat here, perhaps he could have helped you read this man's expression.

"Marshal." You nodded as you were hurried into the room, and Desaix followed close behind, staying arm's length behind you, before going to your left, towards a window, to stare out into the city street.

"Oh, I've been made a Marshal… Does that mean that you are bringing me a Baton as well?" He stated as he went back to his desk, reading reports. "You are late, multiple weeks late Empress, what the hell happened!?" He was angry but focused on the papers and the work on his desk. "How did you remain out of communication for so long!

You raised an eyebrow, confused. "The Delays of the Armies march were due to bad weather at the Pyrenees." You replied. "Supplies had to be sledded over the mountain, messages were" You stated.

"In that time, the Thirty Five days you have been out of contact, the situation that we find ourselves in has deteriorated rapidly," Suchet stated as he signed another paper. This time, you saw its contents. A Letter of condolences. "A Great deal. But not untenable, as I feared."

"I was hoping that there would be good news." You replied. "And is there?"

Suchet for his part chuckled. "Well. Don Carlo- Sorry, King Carlos, has been crowned in Barcelona, and not in Madrid, under my request, as the city, unlike his capital in name only, is not safe, a hotbed of assassins and saboteurs who would love for his skull to decorate a pike. Then there is renegade generals of the Former Kingdom loyalists, who have declared a war of national liberation from the French foreigners, and see the king as a hostage, and refuse to negotiate."

The Marshal then poured a bottle of wine, and then drank an entire glass. "And that is just the most recent reports from the North, seeing as the South, isn't much better. Despite my victory, my leniency on the matters when my victory was achieved, and the pardoning of numerous rebel units was foolhardy. I had wished for them to go home, disarmed, and disorganized. Their officers had sworn loyalty to the King. But someone has come to them, organized them all."

"And who could have possibly armed, organized, and galvanized such resistance to restart a bloody war?" You asked. Suchet shook his head again, before offering a glass. "No thank you." You raised your hand, shaking it to avoid him assuming anything.

Suchet shrugged, before pouring a glass. "I have theories, but my spies and those of the Emperors have been silent for months now. Someone must have discovered them and routed them. My spymaster, Pierre Ducos has been working in the field for me, and he will offer his services to you if asked. The only thing we know is that British weaponry has been sighed. Cargo ships have been going in almost nightly with arms, Powder, and boots."

"Than make a formal protest to the British, ask the King to stop it?" You offered.

"That is the problem. See they are convoys that leave the city, every morning, and like clockwork, they are ransacked, robbed, of powder, arms, and boots, but none of the soldiers are taken, nor killed. There are no ransoms, no messages, no attempts by the British. They claim bandits, particularly well-armed and organized bandits. But bandits nonetheless."

"They are lying!" You raised your voice.

"Yes, and what the hell am I going to tell the king, that there is an armed insurgency that we cannot stop because of British interference, that we cannot tie to? That these arms, are traveling across the country, to cells that we know nothing about, and we have limited rules of engagement?" Suchet replied. "The King's Requests are very persuasive, and we already have to be very careful to not be seen as an active invasion force. We need proof, that my spies cannot get at this point."

"And you are leaving me this mess to return home?" You asked.

Suchet nodded. "Marshal, let it be known I did everything I could with the power I have. We should be lucky that it didn't get any worse."
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Nightfall​

Brian was still awake, doing work. "I take it the meeting with the King went well?" He stated as you collapsed onto the chair next to him. He did not even try to look up to see the concern on his face. In fact, he was more focused on his dog, who wished to walk over to comfort you, before he waved, and he laid down.

"The King is a right cunt." You stated.

"Careful, we are guests in this city," Brian replied. "But yes, he is a cunt."

"How can a man be so oblivious to the situation in his country, but also expect the only people helping him to do nothing, but wait for his orders?" You complained.

"Well, we are an allied force, with a great deal of autonomy in how we conduct our operations, and we have been formally requested to follow his orders if they seem reasonable," Brian replied. "And knowing how Napoleon considers reasonable, and it being you commanding the Army, exercise patience and maybe we may find ourselves with a great deal of autonomy."

"I hate the fact I must play politics." You muttered. "And let me pet your dog!"

"He will not go towards you unless I tell him to." Brian offered. "Go."

Immediately, the golden dog ran towards you, and placed his paws on your lap, licking you with his slobber. "Good boy." You stated.

The dog then backed off, and Brian whistled.

"Brian. Thank you for coming." You stated.

"Always my dear sister. Anywhere you go, I'll follow." He said as he stood up. "Are you ready?"

"Of course. But for now, let's get some sleep, we will need it, and just because Davout doesn't need sleep, does not give you permission to stay up." You ordered. "So go to your room and go to bed."

You remained in the chair, and you drifted to sleep.
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Situations Report in Spain (Preliminary, due to lack of intelligence, these reports may be outdated, or worse, false):

The Spanish Countryside is still infested with Bandits, snipers, and hostile detachments of the Republic and rebel forces. They are targetting Spanish officials and French officers, and there is even a bounty of over twenty thousand silver coin's on the head for any French General. There is an even bigger bounty on you, standing right at around 500,000 Silver coins.

Suchet has made it clear that until the situation improves, you must remain in the city, and not take unnecessary risks.

In Northern Spain, there are not many fighting, but there are reports of Portuguese troops crossing the border, as bandits and stealing jewels, valuables, and cattle. The King has requested an Army be sent, not only to deal with it, but to support Spanish troops that are there, and give a great political victory.

In Madrid and Central Spain, Blood is on the streets. The City still burns from failed uprisings and revolutions, with the Sole Division, the newly nicknamed, Gaurd of Immortals, for being the only Spanish army unit to remain in Spain, instead of fleeing to the Americas. King Carlos, wishes to return to his capital, and proclaim a new era of the Spanish Empire. The Problem is, he needs to get there. The City and route must be secured, and with his wish to do things openly, protect the King from assassins who wish to mean him harm.

In Seville and Southern Spain… A Rebel Army is fighting. Forming, and destroying the local garrisons of Spanish troops that resworn their loyalty to the Spanish Crown. Armed with British Weapons, they are raising hell and making it impossible to govern the providences. The issues are numerous, most of all, the British losing equipment and replacing it quickly, and while the cause is there, there is no evidence that the British are arming rebels.

The King himself is content with the situation, with the new Army of Spain relieving the previous one. He is expecting much in the way of success in the coming months and years. But he is wishing for a quick end to this insurgency.

Currently, your rules of engagement have been set to a far more restrained sort, by the King of Spain himself, trying to prevent further damage in his country, but if they are engaged, they have every right and opportunity to use overwhelming force to end the problem.

The Engineers of the Army are requested to build and repair roads by the King, and if possible, dismantle old emplacements throughout the country.

The King is requesting One Corps to remain in Barcelona to serve as Garrison, and to assist his forces
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The King is requesting a French Military advisor, to serve as the French Representative in his court, besides the ambassador, and to serve as an intermediary to deliver his orders to you. Napoleon has given orders to serve at the King of Spain's Pleasure but also reminds you that his orders can be disobeyed if you feel the need to.

Napoleon also said that this alliance is far more important than glory, honor, or need for improvement. This alliance would protect France, and in the future, perhaps help a future Invasion of France.

Who do you send?
[]Yourself: You will be the Advisor, it may help you with Politics, and understand the situation clearly, it will also keep you in contact with Napoleon.

[]Brian: Your Brother is favored by the Emperor, surly King Carlos will accept him.

[]Marshal Murat: The Dandy Man is a delight in court, and has already wowed many of the court's ladies. But the King believes he is not… skilled enough in military matters to be competent.

[]Marshal Davout: The King believes this man is a military genius. But his court thinks he is boorish, and utterly… devoid of humor and tact.

[]General Desaix: You believe that General Desaix was perfect, a subordinate who can deliver orders, but also be open-minded. The Problem is, The King wishes for a Marshal, if possible. He says he only requires the most talented, not the middling of rank.

[]General Soult: You think that Soult is planning to start stealing everything not nailed down, and while that would be hilarious, you knew that it would only lead to incidents. The problem as well is that Davout trusts him with an important task, and while that statement fills you with a great deal of Trust… you also remember that this man torched and burned his way through Italy with Napoleon agreeing with it.

[]General Bessiere: A Former Inspector General, and a man you have, at least in your private mutterings, hold a bit of respect for, as he has proven to be competent in staff work, management, and being discreet.

[]General Brune: VIII Corps Deputy and commander when you are not present, you do not like him as much as the other generals and Marshals do. He is far too… happy to allow atrocities and looting to happen under his watch. The fact he is pig-headed and arrogant means he may not like being in such an important role, which will not allow him to see combat.
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All Corps Morale is set at 100. Doing missions and succeeding lowers morale slightly. Failing critically lowers morale. Leading also negates some of the lowering rolls.

Rotating Corps through operations, and allowing them to relax in the safety of Barcelona will keep them from suffering from the effects of this campaign. This long guerilla campaign

Please note, that you can request for additional Corps, or even send corps home if you think that is needed.

(Currently, You cannot request additional Corps, as War Plan Eagle requires all available Corps to be at semi readiness.)

No Corps can be rotated out, either to Barcelona or to France itself.
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Where do you send VII Corps:

[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.

[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.

[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.

[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
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Where do you send VIII Corps:

[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.

[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.

[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.

[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
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Where do you send IX Corps:

[]To the North: You will send the Corps to the North, to deal with the bandits and secure the borders of Spain and Portugal. Hopefully without sparking a war.

[]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.

[]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.

[]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.


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On the Spanish Front: A Slightly delayed, but no less important primer on How we're going to do this
On the Spanish Front: A Slightly delayed, but no less important primer on How we're going to do this: Part 1, the Theaters of War.

Spain is not a large country, at least in the grand scheme of total landmass. After all, France, Germany, Austria, and Russia are all very sizable in their own right.

But due to it being your shithole of operation, there are some things that must be said.

Spain, in the eyes of the French Army, is split into Five operational Zones.

Barcelona, Gibraltar, Madrid, and the center of the kingdom, the South which includes Seville, Northern Leon/Galacia (The North). These are the areas of operations that the French Army has delegated, as they decided that making more would only cause detriment and communications problems, and simplify orders.

Of course, Gibraltar has been made an area, particularly to avoid any more hostilities with British forces.
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Barcelona is where the French Headquarters is located, and if you remain there as Commander in Chief or military advisor to the Crown of Spain, will be where you will be dispatching reports, and making moves on an operational level. It is considered the safest region in Spain, with high French support among the populous and as well as the emergency capital of the French Kingdom.

Don Carlos, now King Carlos/Charles the Third, is serving as the monarch, but make no mistake, the French army is the real power here.

Many of the operational difficulties that you will take from this region are entirely based on a propaganda war, rearming, retraining, and reorganizing the Spanish Army that has been, at this point, completely annihilated by civil war, or fled to New Spain with the rest of the Spanish royal family. There is also the lingering bandit problem that must be dealt with, but in such a way that will not be seen as A foreign Army taking their frustrations out on the Spanish people, they are protecting.

Another very key issue here in Barcelona is the very real danger of having to leave for France in a hurry if hostilities break out elsewhere in Europe, which will make the choice of remaining in Spain, or joining the Rest of the Grand Armee difficult.

On the Tactical Level, you will need to be very diligent with the patrols and maintain order in the Army. Just because it is safe does not mean the men should ever slack off in their duties. And you will need to make sure that remains so.
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Going to the North, in Leon and the other northern counties and dutchies of the Spanish countryside, has another far more difficult problem. The civil war has left much of the civil and military authorities there weakened, or even none existent. With entire townships being led by clergy or bandit kings who are seeking to steal the wealth out from the people under them.

But this is no ordinary restoration of order. These men are well versed in asymmetrical warfare and have the loyalty... or the fear of the countryside to maintain supply, to maintain cohesion and strength, and in so verses, maintain contact with suppliers that wish to keep the chaos in Spain sowed, and harvested.

These warlords and bandits will not surrender to the authority of the French Army, as they see them as nothing more than invaders, getting involved in the business of the Spanish people.

Operationally, you will need to decide how you plan to bring law and order back to the Region. Do you spread the Army out and try to fight fires all over the North, trying to stem the tide of banditry, warlordism, and destruction, or do you come down like a hammer on one particular area, secure it, and hope for the best that the entire region does not burn down around you while you focus on restoring order?

Another thing to note: You will be Governor of this region in all but name. You will need to handle the many problems such as food, supply, medicine, humanitarian aid, policing.

Tactically, you will be mostly be allowing commanders of brigades and even squads do what needs to be done in their actions, and depending on your written orders (Write ins) they might be misunderstood.

Be Warned: The price for French soldiers in this region is high, and these men will fight savagely in turn to kill you, men. You may have to resort to savagery itself if you wish to stop. But do not give the Spanish people a reason to believe the propaganda against you. Do not give the Bandits a ready supply of support if you stoop down to their level.
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Madrid, and the Middle of the country, is a hotbed of political violence. The Center of the Republic is still burning from the riots and the revolution. While not nearly reaching the level of violence in Austria, the Republicans are still viewed with scorn and mistrust. There is a great deal of anger that needs to be answered and consoled between the republicans and monarchists if there is to be lasting peace.

Madrid itself is the capital of the Spanish kingdom and needs to be taken before there can be a truly reconstructive, legitimate government.

The problem is, there is no way of knowing if the City is willing to accept the King, and will fight like hell to stop the French who are marching through the country.

That means, that Operationally, besides dealing with the no less dangerous bandits, you need to win the hearts and minds of the Spanish people. Easier said then done, as you are going to need to battle not only the great tide of anti french sentiment that exists in the region, protect the many people that need protection, but also stop the British from ruining the chances that you have to reunify the country.

Tactically it will be far more... Nuanced. You will be dealing with situations that may not require violence... or require an extreme amount of violence. The situation is fluid.

But noneof the less important.
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In the South, and Seville, the name of the game, is Govenorship. The Bandits, either to afraid of the British or you, are leaving in mass to other regions.

That means that this entire region will need to be protected, and of course, smuggling cracked down on.

Operationally, you will be the governor of the region.

Tactically, there will not be much in terms of fighting.

What there will be, is politics. And how best to make these people accept the new regime. And the French part of that new regime.
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Gibralter.

Dont even think about it unless you are ready to start a world war.
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A note on Tactical Rolls, and Fog of War.

Unless you are in the region, you will not be privy to the tactical and on-the-ground reporting, relying heavily on the general's/Marshals reports to make notes and idea of the situation. They may be understating or overstaitng the enemy or the problems.

They may even be flat out wrong.

But know this. You will be in the blind for these regions, and you will need to trust your men to get things done.

And try not to make things to impossible or toxic at Headquarters.

Or allow them to make things impossible and toxic and headquarters.
 
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13.2 The Motions of Defense
13.2 The Motions of Defense

-[X]Brian: Your Brother is favored by the Emperor, surely King Carlos will accept him.

February 15th, 1798​

Brian was reading a report in Spanish when you arrived, his concentration still focusing heavily on his verbal report. "Todos…" He sighed before he set the papers down and rolled his neck, a loud crack is heard from it. "Does learning a new language always sound stupid to you, or is it just my head sounding strange with words translating in my mind, in which i know the meaning, but not the sounds?"

You frowned. "Why are you asking me, I don't know a damn thing about learning another language? The most I know is Pasta from Severin, and that's because dear old Marshal Baguette calls Jullian and the Italian troops that constantly."

Your brother laughed as he cracked a smile and set the report down. "You must really think I'm all cracked up for politics?"

His silence made you speak. "Napoleon may not trust you fully, but I trust you, both to make sure everything does not go to hell, and to make sure Carlos does not do something stupid like demand us to take Madrid when we are not ready. You are smart and can speak well enough to make him think that listening to me, or my subordinates are his own idea."

Brian then sighed. "Are you trying to force me to get out of my comfort zone while also practicing with how there is a great deal I need to learn in politics?"

"I still need to learn about politics, and I think that I can learn better from you, who is much more… conventional a choice." You stated.

Brian facepalmed and he realized what was going on. "I will be asking for my wife to come here. That is nonnegotiable."

"Of course, what am I going to do, deprive you out of your happiness by sending you off to die?" You joked. "You are not Joachim."

Brian then laughed. "I still can't believe Napoleon hasn't shot him yet for his actions against Caroline? The fact he tried to duel one of her bodyguards. If I didn't know better, He could have been sacked."

"I think it's because he knows me, and that he has a reputation for excellence under a skilled commander. And we are not exactly depth with great officers of high command, even with one as inexperienced as Murat. As long as we hold his leash, and he dosen't make a fool of himself, we'll be fine, and he'll be gaining glory by returning order to Spain."

Brian frowned at that before he stood up. "I will continue with maintaining our presence here. And Thérèse." He paused as you gazed towards him, but not at him. "Be careful. There are some Spanish generals who may not like taking orders from a woman."

You smiled. "That's what Brune is for. And if they still don't, the Whip is firm enough to get them to listen."

You did not want to use corporal punishment, but it was an option, and perhaps the threat would be enough.
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-[X]To the South: This Corps will go to serve as a police force in the Region, and they will do as much as they can, both to stop these guerillas, and to discover what the hell is going on with British equipment.
--[X]Murat's VIII. Korps
February 17th, 1798​

Murat was prepared with a great deal more somber in his dress as he waited for you. His jacket was a light maroon blue, and his trousers were a black, midnight shade. There were no feathers in his cap, no furs on his saddle, or any more finery than it was expected of him. The only thing, in your mind, that made him stand out, was his large feathered hat that the MArshals wore, his riding crop that was made of leather, and of course, his Baton, that he never seemed to be without, even in the field, seemingly taking it everywhere he went, like another marshal that was his rival.

He was dressed, not as his flamboyant self, but as an officer leading men, and looking more conspicuous than he had to be. And he patted his horse. "Ah, Marshal!" He waved as you approached him. "I see you are greeting me off before I waylay the Bandits in the south!"

Despite his Chavilire and confident attitude, you realized he was scared.

You took a moment to sigh. "Murat. I have learned that Heroes are the bravest when the fear is the strongest."

At that Murat did not seem to budge. In fact, you knew he was not happily accepting you calling him scared. "Marshal! I am-"

You frowned and shook your head. "Do well, Or I'm sacking you and replacing you with Severin."

That should work.

"I shall!" He proclaimed as he rode off.

"Oh for the love of God, he doesn't even stop to get his orders, just rides off like a bloody hero." You said to yourself.

Then you looked to one of the riders who stayed behind, someone who had realized that the orders you gave to him, are not available. "Give these to him. His orders."

There was a silent nod, before you sighed, as he rode to follow his commander. Bloody fool he was, he at least had spirit.

Hopefully, it would not get him killed.
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-[X]To Madrid: This Corps will be sent to Madrid, and secure the city. Hopefully without a siege, or blowing up the city.
--[X]Davout's IX. Korps

February 19th, 1798​

Davout thankfully was less inclined to just waltz out without his marching orders, as Marmont joined you to brief him.

"What you are asking is to try and take the city bloodlessly? Davout stated though he was a bit frustrated with Marmont being there, despite him being your Aide De Camp. "Perhaps there is something more you wish to discuss General Marmont?"

He was silent, though, in his ideas, he must have turned to face you. "I have nothing at to say, Marshal. Though I would say that the maps of the city are not accurate, I wanted to deliver more accurate maps before you left."

Davout nodded. "Than find it, we are on a schedule."

Marmont saluted before scampering off. "I still don't trust him as your aide."

"He's competent, and his wish to not be straining himself for his failures and folly is well wished. He is Truly wishing for change. Both to his reputation and his attitude."

Davout frowned, chewing on his lip for a moment. "I still think you are letting him have a far lesser leash than he should be allowed. He still betrayed France."

"We betrayed the Republic and everything we stood for, for France. Blaming anyone for doing differently would be hypocritical of us." You replied.

Davout remained quiet for a moment before he nodded. "Perhaps, but that is not something that we can handle. Being different to who we are."

"And what are you Davout?" You asked, curiously.

"A soldier and I will always be one. Be it general, or a man on foot. I'm a man who will do my duty." He replied as he looked away. "I'm not going to ask you what you are Auclair. Not now. Not until you are ready."

You frowned. It didn't seem fair.

Do you say something?:
[]Write in
[]No: Don't say anything, not now.
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-[X]Remain in Barcelona: They will be the ones who remain in Barcelona for a time, to maintain order, and protect the King.
--[X]Therese's VII. Korps
February 20th, 1798​

You looked at the reports from Brune and Marmont. "Gentlemen, I need a situation report on Barcelona again, I don't care that we got a report yesterday, time is always against us."

Brune snorted. "I doubt our spies have routed out any more spies and traitors from Spain."

"You would be wrong then General." then you saw the man whom Suchet was using as spymaster. Pierre Ducos. "Marshal, I have come bearing more reports from spies around the city and the countryside."

You nodded. "Give the brief notes Mister Ducos. As much as Marshal Suchet may have trusted you, unfortunately, I cannot be so trusting at the moment."

"I understand Empress. Do not take my intrusion to be anything other than a helpful guiding force to stabilize Spain." He responded. "May come closer to the map?"

You nodded and he did. "As of this time, five hundred riflemen of the former Republican army units have gathered near Zaragoza, and they have refused to disarm. Their commander has urged them to scatter into the wind, act as lone or small group attackers on French forces." He handed over to the letter. "A Description of one of his inflammatory shoutings."

"Do we have a name?" You asked as you took the letter. "A description?"

Pierre nodded. "Unfortunately no. As much as my men tried, we are not able to get a description. Or a true name, they merely call him 'Generalisimo'"

"Does he think himself a Washington or a Caeser?" You asked.

"He claims to be Washington but is not acting of him," Pierre stated. "I believe Washington's death has radicalized these men, seeing no hope except for violence."

"Can we negotiate? Avoid any bloodshed?" You asked.

"Not possible," Pierre replied. "They have already put a bounty of a hundred thousand gold pieces on your head."

"I have a bigger bounty from the republicans." You replied. "And I'm sure most bounty hunters in Europe will never collect."

"That is for you alive Empress. It's a million dead." He replied.

That floored you. "There is no way in hell that anyone in Spain has that kind of money? Who would have a million gold pieces?"

"I can name a few names?" Ducos replied. "The King of England for one?"

"I don't think England would push for my head. At least not now." You stated.

"But it is still a threat on your life and you should be wary of your movements," Ducos replied.

"I shall."
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The King of Spain is making a demand!

He wishes to have his capital in Madrid restored to the hands of his government.

If you choose yes, IX Corps must move onto Madrid immediately and it will begin a siege.

If you choose no, you must offer a reason as to why you will not do as he ordered.

[]Yes

[]No: (You must write in why below)

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What are your Orders for VII Corps?:
[]Write in (The Clearer the better, but be warned, going too specific of instructions or on a time frame may cause confusion or lofty Expectations You must be mindful that you do not have a full picture of the situation.)


What are your Orders for IX Corps?:
[]Write in (The Clearer the better, but be warned, going too specific of instructions or on a time frame may cause confusion or lofty Expectations You must be mindful that you do not have a full picture of the situation.)
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Do You Personally Take command of your forces when doing missions?
[]Yes! (Write in which mission you would like to lead.)
[]No: With the bounty on your head, it is far too dangerous at this moment in time.

What are your Orders for VIII Corps?:
(Due to the size and officers, and difficulty of the situation, you can choose 3 actions)

[]Garrison Duty: You are going to send the men out to the countryside and produce and protect the roads of Barcelona. This will bring a much brilliant sense of normality back to the people of the Area.

[]The Raids: You need to dissuade any raiders or bandits, so that means sending out some men and finding their hideouts and destroying them!

[]Humanitarian Aid: there is another mission that Napoleon has proclaimed with your new command. Aiding the Spanish people. Something like making sure supply convoys get to villages safely.

[]Intelligence Report (Barcelona): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Intelligence Report (Madrid): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Intelligence Report (The South): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Intelligence Report (The North): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Status Report: You want to know the current status of all French Units in Spain, a new one, not one from before your arrival.


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The Updated Vote for this update.
The Updated Vote:

Do you say something?:
[]Write in
[]No: Don't say anything, not now.

What are your Orders for VII Corps?:
[]Create a Net: They will not go into the City. They will secure the countryside and they will offer much in the way of humanitarian support. Win the hearts and minds
[]Capture the city: There is little time to daly and prepare, Davout, if you can, march to Madrid and take it.
[]Dealing with Bandits: Davout, hunt those bandits down and destroy them.
[]Write in (The Clearer the better, but be warned, going too specific of instructions or on a time frame may cause confusion or lofty Expectations You must be mindful that you do not have a full picture of the situation.)


What are your Orders for IX Corps?:
[]Heroes in a Different Uniform: Murat, you are a dashing, daring hero of old. Go into each town, and offer your help, and do what you can.
[]Guns of the British: Find out what the hell is going on with those guns?
[]Dealing with Bandits: Murat, hunt those bandits down and destroy them.
[]Write in (The Clearer the better, but be warned, going too specific of instructions or on a time frame may cause confusion or lofty Expectations You must be mindful that you do not have a full picture of the situation.)
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Do You Personally Take command of your forces when doing missions?
[]Yes! (Write in which mission you would like to lead.)
[]No: With the bounty on your head, it is far too dangerous at this moment in time.

What are your Orders for VIII Corps?:
(Due to the size and officers, and difficulty of the situation, you can choose 3 actions)

[]Garrison Duty: You are going to send the men out to the countryside and produce and protect the roads of Barcelona. This will bring a much brilliant sense of normality back to the people of the Area.

[]The Raids: You need to dissuade any raiders or bandits, so that means sending out some men and finding their hideouts and destroying them!

[]Humanitarian Aid: there is another mission that Napoleon has proclaimed with your new command. Aiding the Spanish people. Something like making sure supply convoys get to villages safely.

[]Intelligence Report (Barcelona): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Intelligence Report (Madrid): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Intelligence Report (The South): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Intelligence Report (The North): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help.

[]Status Report: You want to know the current status of all French Units in Spain, a new one, not one from before your arrival.
 
Les Quatre Caballeros (AlexanderSturnn)
Les Quatre Caballeros


It was a strange group of men that rode into Barcelona that evening, as the Sun was beginning to set. Their Horses, all fine and robust specimen bred for War, trotted down the Main Street, their hooves hitting the cobblestones.

To the outer left rode a Man whose very appearance screamed 'Soldier'. With black hair and a scar running across his rugged, but strangely handsome face and piercing blue eyes taking in the sight around, he wore the dusty and torn Uniform of a Captain of the Infantry. His tall and muscular frame cut a somewhat intimidating figure as he looked around, nodding to the French Soldiers on patrol in the street. He carried a Sabre by his side and, most intriguingly for an Officer, a Musket over his shoulder.

The man to his right, however, looked even more intimidating. While just as tall as his companion, his face had a much sharper and angular look to it. A mustache connected to mutton-chops went across his face. His brown hair was unkempt and sweaty. What really sealed the deal, however, was his milky-white left eye that focused on nothing in particular, and yet seemed to direct it's blind gaze at anyone looking at the man. All of this gave his face dark, almost cruel features. His Uniform of a Colonel was adorned with a wolf pelt around the collar and then draped across the right shoulder. He carried a Sabre as well as two Pistols on his belt.

The next man in line could not have been more different from the previous two. In fact, he stuck out like a sore thumb from the entire Group. He wore not a Uniform, but an expensive looking black traveling coat over what seemed to be civilian clothing. He wore a black top-hat, under which long strands of faded blonde hair ran down his back. His face had aristocratic features and sported a short full-beard. His intelligent eyes scanned the streets around them and he nodded politely whenever they passed a Spanish Citizen of Barcelona. He was armed as well, with a Rapier and a Pistol. Unlike the Military Models of his colleagues, however, his weapons were finely crafted and expensive works, probably custom-made for him alone.

The last man, on the outer right, was clearly a Soldier again, but he looked much less wild then the other two on the left. He had short black hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. His brown eyes seemed to hide a certain playfulness of at least joviality as he let them wander over the City. His Uniform was that of a Colonel of the Chasseurs, although his Trousers and especially his boots were of much finer craftsmanship then usual, indicating a certain amount of personal wealth to his name since he could afford that. His Cavalry Sabre hung by his side, swinging as his horse walked down the road next to the other three.

"Well, here we are again. Back in Barcelona." Guy Loup, Colonel of the Infantry-Batallion that had come to be known as La meute de loups, The Wolfpack, turned his head to the man in Civilian clothes, his left eye seemingly focused on him despite it's blindness. "I hope you did not get too uncomfortable being away from soft beds and heated rooms for so long, your Lordship."

Tomas Vivar, Count of Mouromorto and one of the political Leaders of the Anfrancesado-Faction in the Spanish Court, rolled his eyes at the teasing Comment. "I believe I have proven by now that I can handle myself in the Field, Colonel. However, I AM glad to be back here...for your sake, that is." He grimaced with feigned disgust. "I know you Soldiers are averse to any kind of Hygiene, but dear God, you are truly due for a bath. You stink as much as the Animal that you have adopted as your and your men's moniker."

The Wolf of Spain, as Loup had come to be called after his Successes in recent Months, snorted. "An Aristo like you would know what stench smells like, wouldn't you?"

"Gentlemen, please, I think this is hardly the time." Pierre de l'Eclin, Colonel of the Chasseurs, looked at the two men to his left, shaking his head. "Besides, I think all of us could use a bath now. We all stink from blood, sweat and horse."

"Always so quick to defend your Aristo, eh, Pierre?" Guy let out a barking laughter. "Come on, you know we both are just teasing a bit."

"Of course, of course. Although, at this point, is he not rather OUR Aristo?", de L'Eclin mused with a wry grin.

"I was unaware my Person belonged to anyone here", Tomas Vivar remarked with a dry grin. "And here I thought the Revolution abolished Slavery in France. Do you plan to go back on this now?

"Of course not!" Jacob Dulong, a Captain of the Infantry under Loup's Command and the man riding on the outer left, spoke up for the first time. "What do we look like to you, Liars? Oathbreakers? Or worse, God forbid, Englishmen?"

The three soldiers let out a roaring laughter at that last comment and even Count Vivar could not help but chuckle at it.

Tomas looked at his three Companions and, not for the first time, he marveled at how things had turned out in the end. After his desperate ride to Paris and delivery of intelligence on Spain to the Imperial Couple, he had truly feared that his Country might still be lost. That even if one of the sides in the Civil War won, they would still drag Spain into oblivion by failing to stabilize it. That even if France moved now, it was too late to save his Homeland from itself.

And yet, despite all odds, the French had triumphed. In a single battle, Marshall Suchet had destroyed both Armies of the Civil War and brought the King under the protection of the French.

Vivar snorted. Carlos, now King of Spain at least nominally, had his respect for staying with his Nation while the rest of his cowardly family fled, but he had nonetheless been a fool to believe that he could win this by himself. Even if he had won, he would not have been able to pacify Spain all on his own. Accepting French aid was the only way to not only save their home, but to finally drag it from the superstition and reactionary thinking of the past into a new Future. At least the King somewhat seemed to understand it now, since he was willing to cooperate with the French. And at least in Barcelona itself, the People seemed to come around as well, accepting the French presence in the city and expressing hope for Spain due to their presence.

Of course, not everyone agreed. Much of the Country was now controlled by Bandits and Warlords, intent on carving out their own Kingdom. Egged on by their infernal British Allies, the Portugese eyed their unstable Neighbor hungrily. And Partisan Warfare reaped a bloody toll on both the French and their Allies loyal to the King of Spain.

At least some Partisans were on their side as well, but not many. And these irregulars that fought them were starting to become a true Plague upon the land.

Which was why Suchet had, a few months ago, created a few Task-Forces of Troops picked specfically to deal with Partisan Forces and crush them. Said forces were usually comprised of a mixture of troops from different Units, mostly Cavalry and Light Infantry, though with some Line-Infantry put in as well.

Guy Loup and de l'Eclin, as Colonels, shared Command of one of these Task Forces. Both had during Suchets initial Invasion displayed great skill at hunting down and smoking out Partisans, making them and their Soldiers obvious choice. Dulong, meanwhile, had shown a penchant for leading fast and devastating attacks, ideal to overrun Partisan Positions quickly and efficiently, which was why he had been assigned to command their Task-Forces Infantry on the Assault.

The only thing that their force had been missing was a Translator, a Guide, someone who knew Spain and it's People. Suchet, while designing his Anti-Guerilla Tactics, had put great emphasis on establishing a working relationship with local Civilians to at least try to get what you wanted from them peacefully, instead of just threatening or killing them en masse, which was an all to often abused practice.

Tomas Vivar was one of the men who understood the common People of his Homeland and had some experience in diplomacy, so he had volunteered to serve in this capacity, officially a 'Civilian Liaison', with one of the Task Forces. And that was how he had ended up with his present Company.

It actually had turned out better then he had at first feared upon meeting the Military Commanders. Dulong and Loup had been dismissive of him and his Status as an "Aristo" at first and he had cared little for their somewhat boorish attitudes in return. But de l'Eclin had worked with him before when he had accompanied Suchet's Army back into Spain. He knew him and had convinced them all to give each other a chance.

And they had succeeded. Their Operations had, in the last few weeks, destroyed a Number of Partisan Forces in the Area that would've otherwise harried the French Supply Lines. All the while spilling little to no Civilian blood. Loup had advocated for a brutal and harsh approach, but thankfully Vivar and de l'Eclin had convinced him otherwise and instead give Diplomacy a chance first. And indeed, Vivar had been able to convince the local Spanish People to cooperate and aid them in their fight. Bereft of their support from the People, the Guerillas had been defeated quickly. Some surrendered, but those who resisted had been crushed quickly.

All four of them had come to respect each other greatly during this whole affair. In fact, by now, Tomas would honestly count at least de l'Eclin as a friend of his. And even though he and Loup and Dulong still clashed verbally from time o time, they knew by now that in a pinch, they could rely on one another.

"At any rate", Loup finally said as their laughter died down. "We had a good hunt together. I hope we can do this again soon. We make a good Team!"

"I agree...but that will depend on what Orders the Empress has for our Forces", de l'Eclin said.

"Hmph...still kinda hard to believe that we'll be lead by Empress Therese herself now", Dulong muttered. "I just hope she's as good as the Stories claim she is. We'll need someone in charge who knows what they're doing if we wanna pacify this Hellhole."

Vivar said nothing as he let that thought go through his mind. The Empress herself was now leading the French Forces in Spain...

He had heard a lot about Therese Auclair, now Therese Bonaparte. How could he not have? The Female General turned Empress had been one of the most discussed Topics in all of Europe for years now.

Some saw her as one of the greatest Vanguards of the Revolution, a Champion of it's Ideals. Others regarded her as a Traitor to said Ideals, corrupted and twisted by Power. And a few still believed she was a jumped-up fool who had gotten lucky, nothing more.

As for himself? Well, her accomplishments were undeniable. And while he still had doubts...Therese Auclair had worked Miracles before.

Perhaps now, she could perform one for Spain and heal his homeland.

"Well, Gentlemen, that remains to be seen", Vivar finally voiced his own thoughts. "But with some luck..." A smile came to his lips. "Things will finally turn around for us."

Loup's face twisted into a Wolf-like grin as he took a sip from his flask. "I'll drink to that, your Lordship."


A.N.: I made a Roll of how well these four Sharpe Antagonists would work together when put on a Team.

It was a Crit.

So, here you have a small group of Minor Heroes, The Four Caballeros! Specialized in hunting down and crushing Partisans while trying to keep the Civilian Bloodshed at a minimum.
 
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13.3: The Spanish Affair
13.3: The Spanish Affair

-[x]No: Don't say anything, not now.

You had thought you wanted to say something to your bespeckled marshal, and the man was waiting intently, despite his bemused face and otherwise boorish glances, not only to the fireplace and the setting sun but also to the moment of clarity that had drawn upon your face.

He may not be a people person, but he knew how to read you almost as well as Brian did.

So Davout stood up straight and gave a bemused smile. "It is alright not to answer, for I have given much in the way of thought about the situation. And how it may affect you. Decisive action must be taken. Now is not the time for personal grudges and… emotions to cloud our judgments when lives are at stake."

He huffed, and you realized that there was a small part of him that wished to know what words and wisdom drove you as he did, to the soldiering and brilliant trade that was your life.

"I'm afraid you are right Marshal." You replied with a curt smile, realizing his wishes and knowing that you knew. Which made him seem a little embarrassed.

And that made you raise an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

There was a moment of silence. Before the bespeckled marshal laughed. "You remind me of my wife. And she always knew what was wrong. I've never met someone like that that wasn't her. Guess I should have paid more attention."

"I hope you remember I am happily married." You stated.

"As am I, perhaps that's why I find it amusing." He stated. "Happy marriages are a rare thing in life. I do not prefer them. I prefer marriage to someone who understands me. Happiness is for the fleeting. A loving one, a trusting one. Those are the ones that last the test of time."

"I didn't take you for someone who knew about marriage?" You replied the question was making Davout sigh.

"I'm not. But I think there is something you know more than anyone, and why you chose this assignment." He started.

"And what would that be?" You asked.

"You miss this, being in command, you miss the action, and peacetime, despite its many benefits, board you. And I hope that is a good thing. Because if it's not, God help us all, for we all die here.."

He left without another word.

Reward: Davout says some unsettling words.

You fear he may be right.
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-[X]Create a Net: They will not go into the City. They will secure the countryside and they will offer much in the way of humanitarian support. Win the hearts and minds

To Marshal Auclair, Commander in Chief, Army of Spain,

From: Marshal Davout, Commander of the Iron Legion, 13 April 1798

I write this dispatch, along with many other reports that are coming later on a courier that will reach you in several days' time after this missive, but the primer that will be here.

Operations began three days after we left, when we began moving supplies, and baggage through the Spanish countryside, my men were vigilant in their defenses, to protect not only our supplies but also the Spanish column that were joining our camp for protection.

I must confess, that during the beginning of this operation, I was half expected to force them away from the column and get them to the fields, their homes and avoid interfering in our duties.

However, I was quickly brought to my senses and allowed them to stay, once I realized the danger that entering Madrid and her countryside would be.

I will not lie, for the first three weeks, We lost a hundred men wounded to bandit raids, Republican traitors of the Spanish crown. We were lucky, as none of them suffered truly horrific injuries, and the medical corps that were embedded, and local healers and doctors helped prevent them from dying.

There was a constant fear of death. There still is, but it is now lessened.

Then local partisans that were allied to the Spanish crown, or at very least, law and order, made contact with my corps, and we were able, at least at the moment, handle the situation.

General Deseix has ridden out with two hundred rifles and joined with a Parisian commander Comandante Teresa Moreno, to not only deal with the bandit problem that is plaguing the land, but also to secure valuable Spanish gold that went missing when the Spanish Court Fled.

The Situation, under my estimation, is under control, and the Push to Madrid may begin at your order, but at my leisure. I have a fear we may not be through the worse.

Davout.
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-[x] Murat you must establish two to five camps from where you will stage raid against the bandit. if possible go into each town, and offer your help, and do what you can. But above else preserve your force and do try to establish a friendly relationship with the locals.
Ps if you hear anything from the local about the filthy leaf drinker and their gun deal let me know


General Jean-Baptiste Bessières, Deputy Commander, VIII Corps, April 25th, 1798

I write this, in the stead of Marshal Murat, who is indisposed of, and under orders to give this report should he not return within a week of his last orders.

The situation here, as you have ordered, has become perilous, in a manner that may require reinforcements soon, otherwise, our position may be compromised.

The Two camps we have established are in fine defensive positions, by my measure, and that of the Marshal, however, in the sweltering Spring heat, many of our men have been taken ill with fever.

We are lucky to have only lost 70 men at last count, and our quarantine to prevent the sickness from spreading has given us nothing to do but sit, and worry about the guerrillas that are out there.

And they are out there. We have been shadowed by a very organized group ever since we arrived, and every chance we may try and sally them, to stop them, they disappear into the countryside, or into the villages. Murat wanted to spare them and to gather information about the British rifles that are falling into the hands of the guerrillas.

He took two hundred men and rode south towards Saville to speak to the local governor, and left me in command of the situation.

We are under constant threat of attack, and our supply lines, at least to my knowledge are not cut off.

But that could change swiftly.

I am requesting another division to come south, and please bring additional supplies while we secure the main roads to Madrid and Seville.

There are Rumors of the Spanish Fleet still loyal to Don Carlos have continued to sail to Barcelona and gather supplies and men.

We only hope that Marshal Murat will succeed in his mission.

God speed Marshal.
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From Marshal Murat,

Still alive, but wounded, British sharpshooters are here, training Guerrillas, no proof, but suspicion great.

Men are dead, in hiding, trying to get back to Corps.

Unable to at the moment, partisans and bounty hunters from across Europe are hunting. They have drawings, portraits, official portraits that were from France among their possession.

Be careful, I heard talk that there are assassins about, targeting any French officer here. You are the target of interest.

They aren't interested in Ransom. They are interested in chaos.

Stay alive, maybe the only way to win this.

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-[x]Yes! (Write in which mission you would like to lead.)
--[x]Garrison Duty: You are going to send the men out to the countryside and produce and protect the roads of Barcelona. This will bring a much brilliant sense of normality back to the people of the Area. Rolled: https://rolz.org/embed?jgyx2ov3nq:l18pxmq2

You smiled as you patrolled the lands of Barcellona, with your men in tow.

And nothing went wrong. The partisans are either losing their grip or were too afraid. To try and attack you.

Reward: Rebels are losing control of the region. The crown and French Control strengthens. Chances of Assassination in this region decreases.

--[x]Humanitarian Aid: there is another mission that Napoleon has proclaimed with your new command. Aiding the Spanish people. Something like making sure supply convoys get to villages safely. Rolled: https://rolz.org/embed?jgyx2ov3nq:l18py4q0

From General Brune, Deputy Commander, The Empresses Own.

I must complain, ever so slightly that the idea of spreading supplies among the rabble is beneath my ever so important skills.

Yet in saying so, i have done the task that was assigned to me with great vigor, as you may have known, that the partisan activity, or rather the lack thereof, has allowed a substantial amount of aid to go into the country and safely redistributed among the counties and villages of the Spanish countryside in Barcelona.

I am told that there is a great deal of work to still be done, but I have also received word, at least in the manner of many of the supplies themselves, are being accepted and enjoyed by all those who manage to get some.

Including, as it turns out, the King himself, who has delighted in the aid that his people have, and is enjoying the taste greatly.

He also expresses gratitude for saving his people, and that there are many forces that may soon find themselves, under their joint command.

Your joint command.​

Reward: The Spanish countryside in Barcelona thrives due to the Humanitarian aid given by the French Army.


--[x]Intelligence Report (Madrid): You need a more in-depth review of the situation. Mister Ducos is happy to help. Rolled: https://rolz.org/embed?jgyx2ov3nq:l18pyr7e

There was no report from Mister Ducos.

It was like he disappeared, and the only reason you know he is still alive is that he is working with… and you quote 'Cuotros Caballeros."

Whatever the hell that means?

Failure?

He has gone off playing hero with some Men from the Spanish Army?

AN: Enjoy, and please, take care.

I wrote most of this up in a short period of time, mostly due to many...

Problems at home that I need to deal with.

But You may get another update tomorrow if you are lucky.
 
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