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Shame those gosh darn Prussians broke it.
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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Um, no? The Prussians broke the Army of Batavia (aka the troops stationed in the Netherlands), not the Army of the North. Difference there.
Courage et sauvetage (Alexander Sturnn)
Courage et sauvetage
The worst Part of being imprisoned was the waiting.
Paul Barras knew that something was being planned for him and brave General Kellermann ever since they had declared their support for young Bonaparte and been thrown in prison for it. It was inevitable. Now that Robespierre was back in Power, he would waste no time to kill anyone he perceived as a threat.
And yet, even after weeks, no Guards had come to drag him and Kellermann out of their Cell in the Bastille. He liked to think that they both still had too much public support for them to just be killed...but it was far more likely that Robespierre didn't consider them as big enough threats to do away with immediately and that he had others to kill before them. A Theory that had much credence, considering the many poor souls they saw getting put on the Guillotine from the Window in their Cell.
However, they knew that their time would come eventually. And what had happened less then two weeks ago had proven that when Elissa Auclair, Sister of Napoleon Bonaparte and Wife of Brian Auclair, had been thrown into their cell along with her Baby Daughter.
Barras still remembered Kellermann's anger as he furiously screamed after the retreating Guards if Robespierre's madness had now gone so far as for him to accuse Mothers and little Toddlers of Treason. He himself had not felt much calmer. That mad Butcher was truly going too far now.
Even Elissa revealing why she and her Daughter had been thrown into Prison rather then staying in House Arrest, namely her Brother marrying Therese Auclair and crowning both of them as Emperor and Empress of the French People, had not done much to quell the anger that they both felt at the First Consul...especially since the Executions by Guillotine they witnessed through the Window seemed to double after that.
Still, for two weeks, nothing had been done to them. But none of them let that fool themselves. Elissa, Kellermann and Barras all knew that their Death Sentences were now only a matter of time now.
It was then that Barras decided that he would rather die like a man then a Summer Fair Festival attraction. "Kellermann? If you have enough courage left in you, I need some help getting something heavy", he had said.
He remembered the surprised look that the General had given him. "Barras, the bed is bolted to the floor, and unless you find a way to cut iron, we aren't getting much off anything on that front."
Barras had gritted his teeth. "There must be SOMETHING we can do! Even if it's just...I don't know, trying to jump the Guards when they finally come to get us!"
Elissa had looked at them with wide eyes, pressing her crying daughter to her chest. "Monsieur Barras...they'll kill you if you try that!"
Barras had just smiled sadly at her. "Lady Auclair...I believe we all know that, barring a miracle, we're dead anyway." He clenched his fists. "But I refuse to die under the eyes of that mad butcher Robespierre, being led to the Guillotine like a Pig to the slaughter! I'd rather go down fighting."
"As would I", Kellermann said. "Despite my age, I have no wish to die in some kind of festival organized by Robespierre. And I will not sit by and watch you and your little Girl are murdered either, Lady Auclair. I owe too much to your husband to let that happen."
Elissa smiled weakly. "I appreciate it, Monsieurs. But what can any of us do? We have no Weapons, not even an improvised one. And we're stuck in here."
"True", Kellermann had nodded. "But I disagree with your first Point." A small smile came to his lips. "Perhaps...we do have one weapon."
In the days after this, both he and Kellermann had tried their best to pretend that their imprisonment had weakened them much more then it had in truth. They had huddled themselves in corners, doing their best to look as pathetic and listless as possible. It seemed to work. The Guards barely spared them a glance anymore when bringing food and water into the Cell, clearly not considering them a threat.
And while Prison had indeed weakened them, they still had enough Energy in them for one last act of desperation once the Butcher's man came to drag them away for execution. Surprise was the only weapon, the only chance they had. And both Barras and Kellermann were ready to use it.
Then, today, something had changed. The Guards had not shown up to their Cell to give them food and water. In fact, not a single Guard had marched through the Corridor on patrol at all.
Elissa, gently rocking her little Daughter, gave a sigh. "I suppose today is the day then. No use to feed Prisoners who will be executed soon anyway..."
None of the two had answered that. They knew she was likely right. And then, the sound of a door opening at the end of the Corridor only reinforced her Statement.
Barras and Kellermann exchanged a brief nod. This was it. They may die today, but they would not make it easy for Robespierre's henchmen.
Elissa took a deep breath and hugged her child close before looking at the two men. "...Monsieurs. It was an honor to know you", she whispered quietly.
Barras smoothed his coat and Kellerman prepared himself for battle for what may very well be the last time.
They waited for footsteps to come closer.
Soon enough, two of Robespierre's Commissars came in sight. They both looked a bit frazzled, as if they had run here in a hurry. One of them fumbled with the keys to the cell.
"Come on!", the second Commissar snapped. "Let's get this over with and then let's get out of here while we still can!!"
"Shut up!", the first one shot back as he finally opened the cell. "I have enough stress as it is without your whining! Besides, this will be easy." He threw a disdainful glance at Barras and Kellermann, both of whom did their best to look as weak and sunken in as possible. "None of these Traitors can put up a fight anymore."
"Let's still not waste time", the second Commissar growled as they both entered the Cell and drew their Pistols. "You know Saint-Just's Orders. The Bitch and her little brat die first!"
Kellerman knew his duty and as they had entered the cell, he charged and tackled the first Commisar to the floor, wrestling for his pistol.
The other one didn't have time to fully cock it, shocked as he was, before Barras charged him as well.
Barras had never been much of a fighter. He had, technically, seen some 'Combat' during the Second Anglo-Mysore War, but his real Talents had always been political in nature.
Thankfully, the Commissar he now wrestled with for control of his Weapon did not seem to know what he was doing either. A lot of the political Officers in Robespierre's Forces had been chosen for Loyalty to the Regime, not ability to fight.
Still, he was a younger and stronger man. Barras knew that, once both of them got over their shock and surprise, the Tables would turn on him and Kellermann quickly. The feeling of impending death gave his struggle a desperate strength. Barras reared his head back and smashed it against the Commissars nose with all the force he could muster. With a muffled curse, the man stumbled backwards...and Barras managed to wrestle the Pistol out of his hand. Before the Commissar could recover, Barras hastily aimed at him and pulled the trigger.
By more luck then skill, his shot hit the man right in the throat. With a horrific gurgle, the Commissar grabbed his own throat with both hands as sunk down against the Wall, blood pouring out of his wound and mouth as life left his eyes.
Whirling around, Barras saw that the fight between Kellermann and the other Commissar had shifted to both of them standing up. In a feat of strength that probably surprised even himself, the elderly General threw the Commissar out of the Cell before he charged after him.
The second Commissar, sadly, was made of sterner stuff then his counterpart, for he quickly recovered himself and managed to stay on his feet. He had lost his Pistol during the struggle, but he quickly drew his Sabre. And as Kellermann charged at him, trying to follow up on his throw, the Commissars blade slashed through the air.
Kellermann suppressed a scream of pain as he stumbled backwards, his left Ring- and Littlefinger lying on the ground as blood spurted out of their stumps. But just as the Commissar tried to follow up on his attack and finish the wounded General off, the butt of the now empty Pistol that Barras had thrown after him hit him square in the head. The Man stumbled backwards, dazed and out of balance...and Kellermann, despite the pain he felt, used his chance.
With a strength like it can only come from desperation and life-threatening danger, he grabbed the Commissar by his Uniform and threw him against the Iron Bars of the Cell. Before the Man could regain his bearings, Kellerman grabbed his head with both hands and, with a strength that belied his old Age, slammed it against the Bars. Two, three, four, five times...until the bars were stained red with blood and the Commissar's body had gone limp. Panting with exhaustion, Kellermann let go of the Man's head and the Commissar sunk to the Ground. Whether dead or unconscious, Barras couldn't tell.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Then, Elissa hurried over to Kellermann, who had returned to the cell, and ripped parts of her clothes off to create a makeshift bandage for his wound.
"By God...", she murmured as she looked at the two men. That was...incredible!"
Barras chuckled mirthlessly, the reality of their survival just now fully hitting him. "Thank you Lady Auclair, but...I don't think we can repeat that success."
And indeed, the ysoon heard more footsteps coming, beyond the door that lead into the Corridor their cell was located in. Barras, steeling himself, grabbed the Sabre of the Commissar he had shot and marched out into the Corridor, facing the door.
Kellermann, despite gritting his teeth in pain, took the other Commissar's Sabre as well after following Barras. They both knew that their Action had only bought them a little bit of time. No doubt Guards had heard the Noises and were now coming to-
Both Barras and Kellermann looked on in shock as the Door to the Corridor opened and they saw just who was approaching. It was not more Guards, but rather a contingent of French Soldiers. And leading them...were none other then Brian Auclair and Napoleon Bonaparte themselves.
Kellermann's eyes widened. "B-brian?!"
"Sorry we're late, General. We had...altercations in need of dealing with", Brian replied with a tired smile. However, his tone told of the relief he felt at seeing his old Commander again. "We only just now learned that you were held in here."
Barras let out a tired chuckle. "Better late then never, Auclair. I take it the City has fallen then?"
"Without a single shot fired", Napoleon confirmed. "The entire Garrison and the National Guard surrendered peacefully to us as soon as we offered it to them."
"Well, shit...", Barras muttered looking at the General...no, he supposed it was Emperor now, wasn't it? "I take it you already have plans to form a new Government?"
"All in due time, Barras", Napoleon replied. "For now however-"
"B-brian...? Napoleon...?"
The two men froze as they saw Elissa exit the Cell, still holding her Daughter in arms. For a second, she and her Husband and Brother just looked at each other. Then, Brian rushed forward and pulled his Wife in a hug, though careful to do it in a way as not to hurt their daughter.
"Y-you're here...!", Elissa whispered with tears of joy in her eyes. "I had almost given up hope to ever see you again...but you're really here...!"
"Oh don't mind us..." Napoleon said as he walked forward. "We had a good deal of buissness to take care of." He put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes telling the sheer relief he felt despite his calm tone. "But we're here now, dear sister."
He then looked at Kellermann, who was still clutching the stumps of his fingers, before his eyes wandered over the two dead Commissars.
"It seems I have to thank both of you for the lives of my Sister and my Niece." The Emperor gave Barras and Kellermann a respectful nod. "I owe you a great debt."
"As do I", said Brian, still holding his wife and daughter.
Kellermann, despite his pain, managed to crack a smile. "Think nothing of it. We couldn't let that Butcher have his way and have a Woman and her Baby murdered out of spite." He grimaced. "Though if I may make one request right now...a Doctor for my hand would be nice."
Napoleon gave a smile before turning around to one of the man accompanying him. "Pierre, fetch my Doctor. And quickly now." The Emperor of the French People looked once more at everyone else present. "As glad as I am about how things turned out...there is still much to be done."
A.N.: An Omake written by @Cyberphilosipher and me, detailing not only the survival of Barras, Elissa, her daughter and Kellermann, but also of how the old General lost his fingers. Despite his Age, he's still a badass who knows how to overcome bad odds.
The worst Part of being imprisoned was the waiting.
Paul Barras knew that something was being planned for him and brave General Kellermann ever since they had declared their support for young Bonaparte and been thrown in prison for it. It was inevitable. Now that Robespierre was back in Power, he would waste no time to kill anyone he perceived as a threat.
And yet, even after weeks, no Guards had come to drag him and Kellermann out of their Cell in the Bastille. He liked to think that they both still had too much public support for them to just be killed...but it was far more likely that Robespierre didn't consider them as big enough threats to do away with immediately and that he had others to kill before them. A Theory that had much credence, considering the many poor souls they saw getting put on the Guillotine from the Window in their Cell.
However, they knew that their time would come eventually. And what had happened less then two weeks ago had proven that when Elissa Auclair, Sister of Napoleon Bonaparte and Wife of Brian Auclair, had been thrown into their cell along with her Baby Daughter.
Barras still remembered Kellermann's anger as he furiously screamed after the retreating Guards if Robespierre's madness had now gone so far as for him to accuse Mothers and little Toddlers of Treason. He himself had not felt much calmer. That mad Butcher was truly going too far now.
Even Elissa revealing why she and her Daughter had been thrown into Prison rather then staying in House Arrest, namely her Brother marrying Therese Auclair and crowning both of them as Emperor and Empress of the French People, had not done much to quell the anger that they both felt at the First Consul...especially since the Executions by Guillotine they witnessed through the Window seemed to double after that.
Still, for two weeks, nothing had been done to them. But none of them let that fool themselves. Elissa, Kellermann and Barras all knew that their Death Sentences were now only a matter of time now.
It was then that Barras decided that he would rather die like a man then a Summer Fair Festival attraction. "Kellermann? If you have enough courage left in you, I need some help getting something heavy", he had said.
He remembered the surprised look that the General had given him. "Barras, the bed is bolted to the floor, and unless you find a way to cut iron, we aren't getting much off anything on that front."
Barras had gritted his teeth. "There must be SOMETHING we can do! Even if it's just...I don't know, trying to jump the Guards when they finally come to get us!"
Elissa had looked at them with wide eyes, pressing her crying daughter to her chest. "Monsieur Barras...they'll kill you if you try that!"
Barras had just smiled sadly at her. "Lady Auclair...I believe we all know that, barring a miracle, we're dead anyway." He clenched his fists. "But I refuse to die under the eyes of that mad butcher Robespierre, being led to the Guillotine like a Pig to the slaughter! I'd rather go down fighting."
"As would I", Kellermann said. "Despite my age, I have no wish to die in some kind of festival organized by Robespierre. And I will not sit by and watch you and your little Girl are murdered either, Lady Auclair. I owe too much to your husband to let that happen."
Elissa smiled weakly. "I appreciate it, Monsieurs. But what can any of us do? We have no Weapons, not even an improvised one. And we're stuck in here."
"True", Kellermann had nodded. "But I disagree with your first Point." A small smile came to his lips. "Perhaps...we do have one weapon."
In the days after this, both he and Kellermann had tried their best to pretend that their imprisonment had weakened them much more then it had in truth. They had huddled themselves in corners, doing their best to look as pathetic and listless as possible. It seemed to work. The Guards barely spared them a glance anymore when bringing food and water into the Cell, clearly not considering them a threat.
And while Prison had indeed weakened them, they still had enough Energy in them for one last act of desperation once the Butcher's man came to drag them away for execution. Surprise was the only weapon, the only chance they had. And both Barras and Kellermann were ready to use it.
Then, today, something had changed. The Guards had not shown up to their Cell to give them food and water. In fact, not a single Guard had marched through the Corridor on patrol at all.
Elissa, gently rocking her little Daughter, gave a sigh. "I suppose today is the day then. No use to feed Prisoners who will be executed soon anyway..."
None of the two had answered that. They knew she was likely right. And then, the sound of a door opening at the end of the Corridor only reinforced her Statement.
Barras and Kellermann exchanged a brief nod. This was it. They may die today, but they would not make it easy for Robespierre's henchmen.
Elissa took a deep breath and hugged her child close before looking at the two men. "...Monsieurs. It was an honor to know you", she whispered quietly.
Barras smoothed his coat and Kellerman prepared himself for battle for what may very well be the last time.
They waited for footsteps to come closer.
Soon enough, two of Robespierre's Commissars came in sight. They both looked a bit frazzled, as if they had run here in a hurry. One of them fumbled with the keys to the cell.
"Come on!", the second Commissar snapped. "Let's get this over with and then let's get out of here while we still can!!"
"Shut up!", the first one shot back as he finally opened the cell. "I have enough stress as it is without your whining! Besides, this will be easy." He threw a disdainful glance at Barras and Kellermann, both of whom did their best to look as weak and sunken in as possible. "None of these Traitors can put up a fight anymore."
"Let's still not waste time", the second Commissar growled as they both entered the Cell and drew their Pistols. "You know Saint-Just's Orders. The Bitch and her little brat die first!"
Kellerman knew his duty and as they had entered the cell, he charged and tackled the first Commisar to the floor, wrestling for his pistol.
The other one didn't have time to fully cock it, shocked as he was, before Barras charged him as well.
Barras had never been much of a fighter. He had, technically, seen some 'Combat' during the Second Anglo-Mysore War, but his real Talents had always been political in nature.
Thankfully, the Commissar he now wrestled with for control of his Weapon did not seem to know what he was doing either. A lot of the political Officers in Robespierre's Forces had been chosen for Loyalty to the Regime, not ability to fight.
Still, he was a younger and stronger man. Barras knew that, once both of them got over their shock and surprise, the Tables would turn on him and Kellermann quickly. The feeling of impending death gave his struggle a desperate strength. Barras reared his head back and smashed it against the Commissars nose with all the force he could muster. With a muffled curse, the man stumbled backwards...and Barras managed to wrestle the Pistol out of his hand. Before the Commissar could recover, Barras hastily aimed at him and pulled the trigger.
By more luck then skill, his shot hit the man right in the throat. With a horrific gurgle, the Commissar grabbed his own throat with both hands as sunk down against the Wall, blood pouring out of his wound and mouth as life left his eyes.
Whirling around, Barras saw that the fight between Kellermann and the other Commissar had shifted to both of them standing up. In a feat of strength that probably surprised even himself, the elderly General threw the Commissar out of the Cell before he charged after him.
The second Commissar, sadly, was made of sterner stuff then his counterpart, for he quickly recovered himself and managed to stay on his feet. He had lost his Pistol during the struggle, but he quickly drew his Sabre. And as Kellermann charged at him, trying to follow up on his throw, the Commissars blade slashed through the air.
Kellermann suppressed a scream of pain as he stumbled backwards, his left Ring- and Littlefinger lying on the ground as blood spurted out of their stumps. But just as the Commissar tried to follow up on his attack and finish the wounded General off, the butt of the now empty Pistol that Barras had thrown after him hit him square in the head. The Man stumbled backwards, dazed and out of balance...and Kellermann, despite the pain he felt, used his chance.
With a strength like it can only come from desperation and life-threatening danger, he grabbed the Commissar by his Uniform and threw him against the Iron Bars of the Cell. Before the Man could regain his bearings, Kellerman grabbed his head with both hands and, with a strength that belied his old Age, slammed it against the Bars. Two, three, four, five times...until the bars were stained red with blood and the Commissar's body had gone limp. Panting with exhaustion, Kellermann let go of the Man's head and the Commissar sunk to the Ground. Whether dead or unconscious, Barras couldn't tell.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Then, Elissa hurried over to Kellermann, who had returned to the cell, and ripped parts of her clothes off to create a makeshift bandage for his wound.
"By God...", she murmured as she looked at the two men. That was...incredible!"
Barras chuckled mirthlessly, the reality of their survival just now fully hitting him. "Thank you Lady Auclair, but...I don't think we can repeat that success."
And indeed, the ysoon heard more footsteps coming, beyond the door that lead into the Corridor their cell was located in. Barras, steeling himself, grabbed the Sabre of the Commissar he had shot and marched out into the Corridor, facing the door.
Kellermann, despite gritting his teeth in pain, took the other Commissar's Sabre as well after following Barras. They both knew that their Action had only bought them a little bit of time. No doubt Guards had heard the Noises and were now coming to-
Both Barras and Kellermann looked on in shock as the Door to the Corridor opened and they saw just who was approaching. It was not more Guards, but rather a contingent of French Soldiers. And leading them...were none other then Brian Auclair and Napoleon Bonaparte themselves.
Kellermann's eyes widened. "B-brian?!"
"Sorry we're late, General. We had...altercations in need of dealing with", Brian replied with a tired smile. However, his tone told of the relief he felt at seeing his old Commander again. "We only just now learned that you were held in here."
Barras let out a tired chuckle. "Better late then never, Auclair. I take it the City has fallen then?"
"Without a single shot fired", Napoleon confirmed. "The entire Garrison and the National Guard surrendered peacefully to us as soon as we offered it to them."
"Well, shit...", Barras muttered looking at the General...no, he supposed it was Emperor now, wasn't it? "I take it you already have plans to form a new Government?"
"All in due time, Barras", Napoleon replied. "For now however-"
"B-brian...? Napoleon...?"
The two men froze as they saw Elissa exit the Cell, still holding her Daughter in arms. For a second, she and her Husband and Brother just looked at each other. Then, Brian rushed forward and pulled his Wife in a hug, though careful to do it in a way as not to hurt their daughter.
"Y-you're here...!", Elissa whispered with tears of joy in her eyes. "I had almost given up hope to ever see you again...but you're really here...!"
"Oh don't mind us..." Napoleon said as he walked forward. "We had a good deal of buissness to take care of." He put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes telling the sheer relief he felt despite his calm tone. "But we're here now, dear sister."
He then looked at Kellermann, who was still clutching the stumps of his fingers, before his eyes wandered over the two dead Commissars.
"It seems I have to thank both of you for the lives of my Sister and my Niece." The Emperor gave Barras and Kellermann a respectful nod. "I owe you a great debt."
"As do I", said Brian, still holding his wife and daughter.
Kellermann, despite his pain, managed to crack a smile. "Think nothing of it. We couldn't let that Butcher have his way and have a Woman and her Baby murdered out of spite." He grimaced. "Though if I may make one request right now...a Doctor for my hand would be nice."
Napoleon gave a smile before turning around to one of the man accompanying him. "Pierre, fetch my Doctor. And quickly now." The Emperor of the French People looked once more at everyone else present. "As glad as I am about how things turned out...there is still much to be done."
A.N.: An Omake written by @Cyberphilosipher and me, detailing not only the survival of Barras, Elissa, her daughter and Kellermann, but also of how the old General lost his fingers. Despite his Age, he's still a badass who knows how to overcome bad odds.
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+10 to the rolls.
Also I might just make Kellermans sheet now, just because of this omake.
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You're right. My memory told me the Army of the Netherlands was formerly the Army of the North or something. My bad.
I would like that.
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Wow.
If Brian's daughter is not yet baptised, we know who the godfathers are going to be. Now for the godmothers.... I assume Therese will be one, but who will be the other?
How about Christine Boyer, Lucien Bonapartes' wife? I know Napoleon disaproved of the match OTL, but Lucien's siding with Napoleon in the recent civil war should have led to a reconciliation, no?
If Brian's daughter is not yet baptised, we know who the godfathers are going to be. Now for the godmothers.... I assume Therese will be one, but who will be the other?
How about Christine Boyer, Lucien Bonapartes' wife? I know Napoleon disaproved of the match OTL, but Lucien's siding with Napoleon in the recent civil war should have led to a reconciliation, no?
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Therese certainly will be one, as for another one, well I'm sure Nappys got someone he can think of.
While I cannot say exactly if they had just yet (I haven't done anything involving the Boney Brothers just yet.)
they may decide that, let's bygones be bygones, and we have work to do.
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Pardon? From when we returned from Sicily.
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I meant to put decisive one.
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I believe you started to say one thing and transitioned to something different.
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There was at least one shot (we got a malus for a god reason after all ^^)
Well, yeah, but you know what I mean.
...God, all the Oversimplified-Jokes I can make with how this 'Civil War' went...!
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Knows what?
He (Robespierre) knows where he is going. All that's missing is the point at the end of the Sentence.
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Actually there was low intensity fighting all over France but the numbers never got above a thousand combatants per skermish.
Thankfully, we got lucky and with Paris fallen and a coalition coming our way, most infighting has stopped.
I am eager to see it.
though knowing the possible bullshit that is to occur?
it might get very… awesome.
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When she feels like she can gain the most out of it.
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Is she still writing raunchy novels while in england?
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They are more adventure story's then raunchy novels… currently. Us getting married really gave her a lot of ammo
The Old Man of the Army
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Relationship: Grandfather figure
Opinion: Mentor Figure. He Views you as the Granddaughter he does not have.
Birthday: 28 May 1735
Name: François-Étienne-Christophe Kellermann
Gender: Male
Titles: Général de Division.
Age: 60
Height: 5'9
Nicknames: Le vieil homme, The Army's Old Man.
Honors and Decorations: Order of Saint Louis, Commendation at the Battle of Valmy.
Beliefs: French Patriot
Republican Sentiments: 0 (Do not mistake my Lack of Belief in the Republic as me not believing in it. I am old, and I only fight for France)
Monarchist Sentiments: (-)2 (The Old Regime made me a General… but for the First time in my life, when the revolution came, I fought for France, instead of a king. For my people, not a monarch)
Alliés: Thérèse Auclair. Brian Auclair, Charles-François du Périer Dumouriez, Louis Nicolas Davout
Enemies: Maximilian Robspierre, Jean-de-Dieu Soul
Commands: None
Public Reputation: 8
Offices Held: None
Past Offices held: Lieutenant, Captain, Major, General de Brigade
Battles Fought: Battle of Valmy, Battle of Aimes, Liberation of Paris.
Battles Commanded: Many, in the past.
Battles Won: A Fair Few.
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 20
Beware old men who are in a young man's profession. He has been a man who has fought for France nearly his entire life.
Charisma: 15
He made his men fight at Valmy when it was impossible, and while Auclair saved the day… he got them that chance.
Decorum: 14
He is a nobleman's son, a man who fought for the king's and Emperors in the past, and Liberty for his people in the Present. He is well versed in all costumes in European high society.
Stewardship: 13
He has never been one to neglect his own finances. Though many would claim he drinks wine far too expensive for his paycheck to afford.
Intelligence: 15
A Wise old man… anachronistic title perhaps… but a true one nonetheless.
Education: 20
He is a man who has learned much in his long life. Through many failings and triumphs.
Subterfuge: 15
Court intrigues and Generals go hand in hand.
SKILLS
Combat: 11
A Lifetime of fighting has made you a man who can die well… and survive.
Oratory: 11
You are just a man among giants.
Command: 19
If given the chance, you will command the men under you well, though, with a little difficulty.
Cavalry Command: 15
You were a cavalier in Poland, and no one doubted your work in the Americas.
Infantry Command: 15
An infantry officer, though one that was never well, but he learned enough in a long career.
Artillery Command: 14
The Cannoniers know this man as one of their own.
Grand Strategy: 12
Your Grasp at greater strategy is lesser than your former comrades, now dead.
Engineering: 11
You are not an engineer by trade and what little you know, it is from reading and sieges.
Logistics: 13
He is capable, if unremarkable logistician, as he has always been where the action is.
Manual Labor: 6
You are an old man and do not wish to strain your body any more than you already do in combat.
Law: 18
You Believe that as a man your age, you should retire, and put your efforts into protecting France and Her People.
Administration: 18
You are old and relegated to more training, administrative, and nurturing the new generation of Staff officers… at least before your imprisonment.
Traits
The Old Man of the Army: After Valmy Hill, you were relegated to more… administrative Roles within the army's command structure, and when the war of the Coalition ended, you were sent to be an administrator. Your Age, Experience, and wisdom were seen as a thing that many in the army needed, and while you did not like being relegated to Staff work, you found it as a way to train the next generation in Staff Work, and make them gain a better understanding and appreciation of what really goes into making an Army Function.
-You are not seen as necessary for a field command in the French Army currently and are given a great deal of leeway in your training of the new Staff of Officers under your command.
-Many young officers write and subordinate themselves to you, to learn from you, and your wisdom.
-+20 to all rolls training younger officers and subordinates, in all facets of Military subjects.
- +5 to all battle rolls in addition to any bonuses from stats.
Favored: Your Actions in Paris to Protect the Emperor's sister and his niece have not gone unnoticed by the Emperor, and the people of the Empire.
-Gain Influence with Napoleon.
-Can make requests both in military and political nature
-Unknown Effect
Half Hand: Your efforts to protect Elissa and her daughter were not without a price. Your left hand lost two fingers, and you suffered other minor ailments from imprisonment that you will need time to recover from.
-You are permanently maimed on your left hand.
- -5 to combat rolls.
Old Ways: You were a soldier of the Old School of the French Army, and are a bit behind when it comes to some of the more aggressive, and forward-thinking tactics and strategies that have been developed, fostered, and nurtured by this new Army. You are not behind in a traditional sense, but your thinking is… a liability in some situations.
-You are slower to pick up on the young generations' thinking.
-You are… not the best field commander, even with your experiences.
-10 to battle rolls unless you get a crash course in the new Ways.
The Grandfather figure: Kellerman views the Empress as an adoptive granddaughter, though that was when she was under his command in the Army of the North. And while his family is somewhat confused by that, they accept the fact and hope to welcome you with open arms.
-Kellerman views your family as part of his family.
-Unknown Effect.
Opinion: Mentor Figure. He Views you as the Granddaughter he does not have.
Birthday: 28 May 1735
Name: François-Étienne-Christophe Kellermann
Gender: Male
Titles: Général de Division.
Age: 60
Height: 5'9
Nicknames: Le vieil homme, The Army's Old Man.
Honors and Decorations: Order of Saint Louis, Commendation at the Battle of Valmy.
Beliefs: French Patriot
Republican Sentiments: 0 (Do not mistake my Lack of Belief in the Republic as me not believing in it. I am old, and I only fight for France)
Monarchist Sentiments: (-)2 (The Old Regime made me a General… but for the First time in my life, when the revolution came, I fought for France, instead of a king. For my people, not a monarch)
Alliés: Thérèse Auclair. Brian Auclair, Charles-François du Périer Dumouriez, Louis Nicolas Davout
Enemies: Maximilian Robspierre, Jean-de-Dieu Soul
Commands: None
Public Reputation: 8
Offices Held: None
Past Offices held: Lieutenant, Captain, Major, General de Brigade
Battles Fought: Battle of Valmy, Battle of Aimes, Liberation of Paris.
Battles Commanded: Many, in the past.
Battles Won: A Fair Few.
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 20
Beware old men who are in a young man's profession. He has been a man who has fought for France nearly his entire life.
Charisma: 15
He made his men fight at Valmy when it was impossible, and while Auclair saved the day… he got them that chance.
Decorum: 14
He is a nobleman's son, a man who fought for the king's and Emperors in the past, and Liberty for his people in the Present. He is well versed in all costumes in European high society.
Stewardship: 13
He has never been one to neglect his own finances. Though many would claim he drinks wine far too expensive for his paycheck to afford.
Intelligence: 15
A Wise old man… anachronistic title perhaps… but a true one nonetheless.
Education: 20
He is a man who has learned much in his long life. Through many failings and triumphs.
Subterfuge: 15
Court intrigues and Generals go hand in hand.
SKILLS
Combat: 11
A Lifetime of fighting has made you a man who can die well… and survive.
Oratory: 11
You are just a man among giants.
Command: 19
If given the chance, you will command the men under you well, though, with a little difficulty.
Cavalry Command: 15
You were a cavalier in Poland, and no one doubted your work in the Americas.
Infantry Command: 15
An infantry officer, though one that was never well, but he learned enough in a long career.
Artillery Command: 14
The Cannoniers know this man as one of their own.
Grand Strategy: 12
Your Grasp at greater strategy is lesser than your former comrades, now dead.
Engineering: 11
You are not an engineer by trade and what little you know, it is from reading and sieges.
Logistics: 13
He is capable, if unremarkable logistician, as he has always been where the action is.
Manual Labor: 6
You are an old man and do not wish to strain your body any more than you already do in combat.
Law: 18
You Believe that as a man your age, you should retire, and put your efforts into protecting France and Her People.
Administration: 18
You are old and relegated to more training, administrative, and nurturing the new generation of Staff officers… at least before your imprisonment.
Traits
The Old Man of the Army: After Valmy Hill, you were relegated to more… administrative Roles within the army's command structure, and when the war of the Coalition ended, you were sent to be an administrator. Your Age, Experience, and wisdom were seen as a thing that many in the army needed, and while you did not like being relegated to Staff work, you found it as a way to train the next generation in Staff Work, and make them gain a better understanding and appreciation of what really goes into making an Army Function.
-You are not seen as necessary for a field command in the French Army currently and are given a great deal of leeway in your training of the new Staff of Officers under your command.
-Many young officers write and subordinate themselves to you, to learn from you, and your wisdom.
-+20 to all rolls training younger officers and subordinates, in all facets of Military subjects.
- +5 to all battle rolls in addition to any bonuses from stats.
Favored: Your Actions in Paris to Protect the Emperor's sister and his niece have not gone unnoticed by the Emperor, and the people of the Empire.
-Gain Influence with Napoleon.
-Can make requests both in military and political nature
-Unknown Effect
Half Hand: Your efforts to protect Elissa and her daughter were not without a price. Your left hand lost two fingers, and you suffered other minor ailments from imprisonment that you will need time to recover from.
-You are permanently maimed on your left hand.
- -5 to combat rolls.
Old Ways: You were a soldier of the Old School of the French Army, and are a bit behind when it comes to some of the more aggressive, and forward-thinking tactics and strategies that have been developed, fostered, and nurtured by this new Army. You are not behind in a traditional sense, but your thinking is… a liability in some situations.
-You are slower to pick up on the young generations' thinking.
-You are… not the best field commander, even with your experiences.
-10 to battle rolls unless you get a crash course in the new Ways.
The Grandfather figure: Kellerman views the Empress as an adoptive granddaughter, though that was when she was under his command in the Army of the North. And while his family is somewhat confused by that, they accept the fact and hope to welcome you with open arms.
-Kellerman views your family as part of his family.
-Unknown Effect.
- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
poor old man
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
He's not a poor old man, he's just a very interesting old man, A General and Therese's Grandfather figure.
Edit: who do you think was protecting her from politics of the republic and who was trying to screw you over.
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