I'd say do it and replace the Imvestment-Option with 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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If ypu're gonna swap out anything swap out learning Subterfuge
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I, for one, do not want you to change anything. Louis is happy doing what he is doing and have just begun to feel confortable. I do not think is wise to throw him at politics once again, at least let him enjoy his own decisions for a time.
That's actually a valid Point. While I would love to see him face to face again, maybe we should wait until the War is over (at least on the Continent).
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Doesn't look like 12 regiments of 36 gun 6 and 9 pounder horse artillery will happen soon.
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Oh come now... We still have time to reorganize the Army.
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So I did a random roll for a random action, just so I can get them ready.
Who sacraficed the goat to the Dice Gods... Who!? You're not allowed to get a crit this turn! Not unless its a Nat 1!
Why, WHHHYYHYYYY!
Why must you have success when I wish for everything to crush aroudn you, so that there can be drama, and potential bullshit for me to make interesting stories with@
Who sacraficed the goat to the Dice Gods... Who!? You're not allowed to get a crit this turn! Not unless its a Nat 1!
Why, WHHHYYHYYYY!
Why must you have success when I wish for everything to crush aroudn you, so that there can be drama, and potential bullshit for me to make interesting stories with@
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I feel like too much drama and bullshit, as much as they make for interesting storytelling, would dilute the impact of the story threads we already have.
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Well... Again, random action, random roll, that just happens to be a crit, a plan still needs to win after all.
Edit: But to be safe, I did one more... Well It's not drama, but I will say this... The Dice are fucking with me right now, and I hate it.
Why must the dice be such malicious basterds! Can't they give me a break for once.
Edit 2: Thats better.
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This is a funny coincidence that someone is sacrificing a rooster next door to consecrate the newly built house.
I mean...I can't really hand out Boni until it is certain which Plan has won, now can I?
Currently writing that Omake. Should be up in a few hours at most.
Expect some Sharpe-Characters in this too.
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Excellent!
Le Renard du Rhin (Alexander Sturnn)
Le Renard du Rhin
General Jourdan's POV
He could see that his Men were nervous. That much was obvious, even without watching them closely through his Spyglass.
The Tension within the Army of the Rhine could not be denied. It lay thick in the air and any Officer with an eye for such things could see it.
It was understandable, really. Not only had they just now retreated back across the River, but now a massive Prussian Army was coming after them, marching in thick Columns and Lines of black-clad Troops. Their Bayonets gleamed in the Sun. The almost obnoxiously loud blaring of the Prussian Instruments as they played a Marching Song did it's part to gnaw at the nerves of his Soldiers, even as they holed up in the defensive Positions they had constructed.
They should have more faith, really. Bluecher was now right where Jourdan wanted him.
Fighting this giant Army head-on would be difficult at best. Attacking them in their own defensive Positions would have been suicide.
But having them come to them now, marching straight into the Trap he had set up these last few days?
Oh yes, THAT was were it all came together.
"Looks like they fell for it. Now we can only hope our Men can hold", he remarked.
Saint-Cyr, standing next to him on a small hill overlooking the soon-to-be Battlefield, nodded. "We have prepared as best as we can. Now we'll see if it was enough. My Cavalry is ready to launch a Counterattack at a moments notice."
"Good, good." Jourdan looked at the Prussians through his Spyglass, smirking as he saw the small Gaps in their Lines and the weary Cavalry guarding the Flanks. "Looks like Vandamme and Durand did a Number on them already. I'm sure they'll keep it up too."
Jourdan had to admit, he had been skeptical of Captain Durand and the Amazonian Volunteers in General. While General...while Empress Therese had proven that Women could stand their Ground on the Battlefield as much as any man, it was not easy to shake off long-held views and Notions about the Roll that Women were allegedly supposed to play. But by God, Durand's brillaint Leadership of her Cavalry and the performance of the other Volunteers had changed his mind. He was glad to call these Women his Soldiers.
"As am I. Now we-"
Whatever Saint-Cyr was about so say next was drowned out when the roaring Thunder of the Prussian Artillery sounded across the Rhine as they opened fire. The French Cannons responded in kind. And as the first shots found their marks and the screams of wounded and dying Soldiers arose, the Battle had truly begun.
***
Captain Jean-Baptiste Calvet's POV
Well, we're just neck-deep in the the fucking mud now, aren't we?
That was Calvet's first thought as he looked at the Corpse of Colonel Gerard, who's head had just been torn of by a Prussian Cannon-Ball.
It was not an unfounded comparison. Their current Situation was nearly as unpleasant as the days when he had to help his Father digging ditches even when the rain was pouring down and the mud threatening to drown them. The Mud, in this case, being the Prussians.
It was not looking good on the left flank of the Army of the Rhine. While their forces had held out for most of the day, the Prussians were now concentrating their attack on them. They had already been pushed back under the relentless Prussian Assault for a few hundred Meters while suffering bad casualties...and now their Colonel was dead. Gerard, the old Bastard, had kept the Regiment from breaking by shouting and waving his Sword, his Presence inspiring the Men to hold firm.
And now he was dead.
Already, Calvet could see the Men of his Regiment looking frightened and nervous upon seeing their beloved Colonel bite the dust. Despite his rapid rise through the Ranks and his relatively young age, he had been a Soldier for long enough now to know when Troops where at a breaking Point. And his Regiment had reached it.
If nothing was done now, they would break and run. If they broke and run, the Prussians would exploit the resulting Gap in their Lines. If they exploited that, the left flank of the Army might be obliterated
And if that happened, then they could all kiss their Asses goodbye. And the Prussians would be free to invade France once more.
Calvet looked at his Friend, Sergeant Gaston, who had accompanied him throughout the entire War so far. But even he, usually good at coming up with Solutions, looked lost right now. Calvet wrecked his brain on what to do...but before he could find a Solution to their Dilemma, someone beat him to the Punch.
"SOLDIERS OF THE 54th!!!"
Calvet looked up to see Major Michel Dubreton standing next to the corpse of Colonel Gerard. The Man seemed to have lost his cap in the fighting, a bleeding cut could be seen on his cheek and his face was stained black from Gunpowder. But his eyes blazed as he held the Standard of their Regiment in one Hand and his Sabre in another while shouting at the Soldiers.
"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO RUN NOW?! THE DAMN PRUSSIANS STUMBLED RIGHT INTO OUR TRAP AND NOW YOU WANT TO JUST LET THEM WIN?! DO YOU WANT THEM TO RAVAGE OUR COUNTRY AGAIN AND KILL OUR FAMILIES?! DID WE GET RID OF THE TYRANT ROBESPIERRE AGAIN ONLY TO NOW FALL TO INVADERS?!? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!?"
Calvet could see that his Words were awakening something inside the men around him. The fear in their eyes began to fade, replaced by a mixture of anger, determination and mounting resolve as they listened to the Majors words.
He was honestly surprised. He had thought of Dubreton as a bit of a fop who had studied War in an Academy prior to the Revolution rather then experiencing it firsthand. His almsot gentle looks and demeanor hadn't done much either to convince him of the Major's capabilities.
But this? Rallying his wavering troops while grabbing the Regimental Standard and waving it, even in face of the advancing foe? If this didn't prove that the Bastard had some thick Steel under the silk, he didn't know what did.
And so, Calvet answered the Majors question with the same word as Gaston and many of the other Soldiers around them: "NO!!!"
"THEN FORM BACK UP IN RANKS AND GIVE THEM HELL!!", Dubreton roared.
Taking Command of his Platoon, Calvet rallied them back in line with the others as they turned around to face and advancing Prussian Regiment. Gaston and the other Sergeants worked quick to close the Ranks where fallen Soldiers had left gaps. The Soldiers, rallying around their Major, stood firm once again.
"NOW...PRESENT!!!", roared Calvet as the other Captains did the same. Their Soldiers raised their Muskets, aiming at the advancing Prussians. Then, they finally came in range. "FIRE!!!"
The front ranks of the Prussian Regiment became almost invisible to the French thanks to the smoke of their Muskets. But Calvet could see that the Salvo had been devastating. Almost every man in the front two ranks seemed to have fallen over, wounded or dead. The Prussians were reeling backwards, shocked by the damage of the Salvo, as the French already reloaded. Looking around quickly, Calvet could see that the Prussians seemed to have been halted at other points on the left flank as well. And then, a Trumpet cut through the air.
The French Soldiers cheered as General Saint-Cyr's Cavalry smashed into the Prussians. Caught in Line-Formations and without time to form a Square, the black-clad Soldiers were trampled under the Hooves of the Horses or hacked to pieces by Sabres. No Infantry in the World could've stood in that Situation. And so, the Prussians began to fall back, even as their attempts to retreat turned into a rout back to the River.
"GOOD JOB, MEN!!", Dubreton shouted. "NOW'S YOUR TIME! ADVANCE!! VIVE L'EMPEREUR!!! VIVE L' FRANCE!!!"
Taking up this Battlecry, the 54th Line-Infantry Regiment advanced togetehr with their comrades. And Calvet couldn't help but smirk. How quickly the tide could turn...
General Bluecher's POV
It had all gone straight to hell.
Bluecher grit his teeth as he saw the carnage on the other side of the River. It had all looked so simple: Pursue the retreating French over the River, smash them all and then advance further into the Heart of France.
Instead, he had fallen right into that cursed Jourdan's Trap. They had not found a disorganized and retreating Enemy on the other side, but instead a well-dug in Army just waiting for them to march into their Fire.
"That damn Fox has played me for a bloody Fool!", he cursed as he looked through his Spyglass.
It was not looking good. At first, he had thought he could break through the Enemy's left flank as his boys had started to kick the Frog Eaters asses there. Instead, his Attack had been utterly routed by a massive Cavalry-Charge after their initial success. And now, his Troops where being pushed back. From what he could tell, his Losses had been far greater then those of the Froggies. The Rhine was stained red with the blood of many good Prussians, their corpses floating in the Water.
Maybe if even more French Cavalry wasn't threatening their Flanks at any second, he could've still turned this around. But with them there, he could only sent more Troops into this Meatgrinder. And that was a loosing strategy.
He sighed as he put away his Spyglass. "Send out the orders to Gneisenau and the others", he told his Aide. "We're retreating. Looks like the Frog Eaters win this Round."
As his Aide ran off to send out the Messengers, Bluecher once again looked through his Spyglass. Off in the Distance, on a hill, he could make out figures in French Uniforms overseeing the Battle as well. He was sure that this was Jourdan and his own General-Staff. How utterly pleased they must feel right now in their success.
And grudgingly, Bluecher had to admit that they had every right to feel that way. While his Army would not be destroyed by this defeat, it was beaten back and would have to dig in and wait for Reinforcements. His Plan of smashing through French lines and advancing into their Heartland was thwarted for the foreseeable Future. They would not be a Threat to France again for a while yet.
Dammit!, he thought. I came here hoping to beat up that Amazon Therese Auclair, avenging the defeat of old Brunswick...and instead I get tricked like a Chicken by a Fox!
He grumbled as he put away his Spyglass. "Diese Runde geht an dich, Jourdan, du verdammter Fuchs", he said. "Aber ich komme wieder, verlass dich drauf!" (Translation: "You win this Round, Jourdan, you damn Fox. But I'll be back, you can count on that!")
General Jourdan's POV
Across the River, the Fox of the Rhine smiled as he watched the retreating Prussians.
You're welcome to try again another day. And I'll be waiting for you.
A.N.: Hope you all liked this.
Btw, Dubreton, Calvet and Gaston are all Minor Characters from Sharpe, both the Books and the TV-Miniseries. Right now, they all serve in the same Regiment in the Army of the Rhine.
I'll use more Sharpe-Characters in future Omakes if I find fitting Opportunities.
General Jourdan's POV
He could see that his Men were nervous. That much was obvious, even without watching them closely through his Spyglass.
The Tension within the Army of the Rhine could not be denied. It lay thick in the air and any Officer with an eye for such things could see it.
It was understandable, really. Not only had they just now retreated back across the River, but now a massive Prussian Army was coming after them, marching in thick Columns and Lines of black-clad Troops. Their Bayonets gleamed in the Sun. The almost obnoxiously loud blaring of the Prussian Instruments as they played a Marching Song did it's part to gnaw at the nerves of his Soldiers, even as they holed up in the defensive Positions they had constructed.
They should have more faith, really. Bluecher was now right where Jourdan wanted him.
Fighting this giant Army head-on would be difficult at best. Attacking them in their own defensive Positions would have been suicide.
But having them come to them now, marching straight into the Trap he had set up these last few days?
Oh yes, THAT was were it all came together.
"Looks like they fell for it. Now we can only hope our Men can hold", he remarked.
Saint-Cyr, standing next to him on a small hill overlooking the soon-to-be Battlefield, nodded. "We have prepared as best as we can. Now we'll see if it was enough. My Cavalry is ready to launch a Counterattack at a moments notice."
"Good, good." Jourdan looked at the Prussians through his Spyglass, smirking as he saw the small Gaps in their Lines and the weary Cavalry guarding the Flanks. "Looks like Vandamme and Durand did a Number on them already. I'm sure they'll keep it up too."
Jourdan had to admit, he had been skeptical of Captain Durand and the Amazonian Volunteers in General. While General...while Empress Therese had proven that Women could stand their Ground on the Battlefield as much as any man, it was not easy to shake off long-held views and Notions about the Roll that Women were allegedly supposed to play. But by God, Durand's brillaint Leadership of her Cavalry and the performance of the other Volunteers had changed his mind. He was glad to call these Women his Soldiers.
"As am I. Now we-"
Whatever Saint-Cyr was about so say next was drowned out when the roaring Thunder of the Prussian Artillery sounded across the Rhine as they opened fire. The French Cannons responded in kind. And as the first shots found their marks and the screams of wounded and dying Soldiers arose, the Battle had truly begun.
***
Captain Jean-Baptiste Calvet's POV
Well, we're just neck-deep in the the fucking mud now, aren't we?
That was Calvet's first thought as he looked at the Corpse of Colonel Gerard, who's head had just been torn of by a Prussian Cannon-Ball.
It was not an unfounded comparison. Their current Situation was nearly as unpleasant as the days when he had to help his Father digging ditches even when the rain was pouring down and the mud threatening to drown them. The Mud, in this case, being the Prussians.
It was not looking good on the left flank of the Army of the Rhine. While their forces had held out for most of the day, the Prussians were now concentrating their attack on them. They had already been pushed back under the relentless Prussian Assault for a few hundred Meters while suffering bad casualties...and now their Colonel was dead. Gerard, the old Bastard, had kept the Regiment from breaking by shouting and waving his Sword, his Presence inspiring the Men to hold firm.
And now he was dead.
Already, Calvet could see the Men of his Regiment looking frightened and nervous upon seeing their beloved Colonel bite the dust. Despite his rapid rise through the Ranks and his relatively young age, he had been a Soldier for long enough now to know when Troops where at a breaking Point. And his Regiment had reached it.
If nothing was done now, they would break and run. If they broke and run, the Prussians would exploit the resulting Gap in their Lines. If they exploited that, the left flank of the Army might be obliterated
And if that happened, then they could all kiss their Asses goodbye. And the Prussians would be free to invade France once more.
Calvet looked at his Friend, Sergeant Gaston, who had accompanied him throughout the entire War so far. But even he, usually good at coming up with Solutions, looked lost right now. Calvet wrecked his brain on what to do...but before he could find a Solution to their Dilemma, someone beat him to the Punch.
"SOLDIERS OF THE 54th!!!"
Calvet looked up to see Major Michel Dubreton standing next to the corpse of Colonel Gerard. The Man seemed to have lost his cap in the fighting, a bleeding cut could be seen on his cheek and his face was stained black from Gunpowder. But his eyes blazed as he held the Standard of their Regiment in one Hand and his Sabre in another while shouting at the Soldiers.
"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO RUN NOW?! THE DAMN PRUSSIANS STUMBLED RIGHT INTO OUR TRAP AND NOW YOU WANT TO JUST LET THEM WIN?! DO YOU WANT THEM TO RAVAGE OUR COUNTRY AGAIN AND KILL OUR FAMILIES?! DID WE GET RID OF THE TYRANT ROBESPIERRE AGAIN ONLY TO NOW FALL TO INVADERS?!? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!?"
Calvet could see that his Words were awakening something inside the men around him. The fear in their eyes began to fade, replaced by a mixture of anger, determination and mounting resolve as they listened to the Majors words.
He was honestly surprised. He had thought of Dubreton as a bit of a fop who had studied War in an Academy prior to the Revolution rather then experiencing it firsthand. His almsot gentle looks and demeanor hadn't done much either to convince him of the Major's capabilities.
But this? Rallying his wavering troops while grabbing the Regimental Standard and waving it, even in face of the advancing foe? If this didn't prove that the Bastard had some thick Steel under the silk, he didn't know what did.
And so, Calvet answered the Majors question with the same word as Gaston and many of the other Soldiers around them: "NO!!!"
"THEN FORM BACK UP IN RANKS AND GIVE THEM HELL!!", Dubreton roared.
Taking Command of his Platoon, Calvet rallied them back in line with the others as they turned around to face and advancing Prussian Regiment. Gaston and the other Sergeants worked quick to close the Ranks where fallen Soldiers had left gaps. The Soldiers, rallying around their Major, stood firm once again.
"NOW...PRESENT!!!", roared Calvet as the other Captains did the same. Their Soldiers raised their Muskets, aiming at the advancing Prussians. Then, they finally came in range. "FIRE!!!"
The front ranks of the Prussian Regiment became almost invisible to the French thanks to the smoke of their Muskets. But Calvet could see that the Salvo had been devastating. Almost every man in the front two ranks seemed to have fallen over, wounded or dead. The Prussians were reeling backwards, shocked by the damage of the Salvo, as the French already reloaded. Looking around quickly, Calvet could see that the Prussians seemed to have been halted at other points on the left flank as well. And then, a Trumpet cut through the air.
The French Soldiers cheered as General Saint-Cyr's Cavalry smashed into the Prussians. Caught in Line-Formations and without time to form a Square, the black-clad Soldiers were trampled under the Hooves of the Horses or hacked to pieces by Sabres. No Infantry in the World could've stood in that Situation. And so, the Prussians began to fall back, even as their attempts to retreat turned into a rout back to the River.
"GOOD JOB, MEN!!", Dubreton shouted. "NOW'S YOUR TIME! ADVANCE!! VIVE L'EMPEREUR!!! VIVE L' FRANCE!!!"
Taking up this Battlecry, the 54th Line-Infantry Regiment advanced togetehr with their comrades. And Calvet couldn't help but smirk. How quickly the tide could turn...
***
General Bluecher's POV
It had all gone straight to hell.
Bluecher grit his teeth as he saw the carnage on the other side of the River. It had all looked so simple: Pursue the retreating French over the River, smash them all and then advance further into the Heart of France.
Instead, he had fallen right into that cursed Jourdan's Trap. They had not found a disorganized and retreating Enemy on the other side, but instead a well-dug in Army just waiting for them to march into their Fire.
"That damn Fox has played me for a bloody Fool!", he cursed as he looked through his Spyglass.
It was not looking good. At first, he had thought he could break through the Enemy's left flank as his boys had started to kick the Frog Eaters asses there. Instead, his Attack had been utterly routed by a massive Cavalry-Charge after their initial success. And now, his Troops where being pushed back. From what he could tell, his Losses had been far greater then those of the Froggies. The Rhine was stained red with the blood of many good Prussians, their corpses floating in the Water.
Maybe if even more French Cavalry wasn't threatening their Flanks at any second, he could've still turned this around. But with them there, he could only sent more Troops into this Meatgrinder. And that was a loosing strategy.
He sighed as he put away his Spyglass. "Send out the orders to Gneisenau and the others", he told his Aide. "We're retreating. Looks like the Frog Eaters win this Round."
As his Aide ran off to send out the Messengers, Bluecher once again looked through his Spyglass. Off in the Distance, on a hill, he could make out figures in French Uniforms overseeing the Battle as well. He was sure that this was Jourdan and his own General-Staff. How utterly pleased they must feel right now in their success.
And grudgingly, Bluecher had to admit that they had every right to feel that way. While his Army would not be destroyed by this defeat, it was beaten back and would have to dig in and wait for Reinforcements. His Plan of smashing through French lines and advancing into their Heartland was thwarted for the foreseeable Future. They would not be a Threat to France again for a while yet.
Dammit!, he thought. I came here hoping to beat up that Amazon Therese Auclair, avenging the defeat of old Brunswick...and instead I get tricked like a Chicken by a Fox!
He grumbled as he put away his Spyglass. "Diese Runde geht an dich, Jourdan, du verdammter Fuchs", he said. "Aber ich komme wieder, verlass dich drauf!" (Translation: "You win this Round, Jourdan, you damn Fox. But I'll be back, you can count on that!")
***
General Jourdan's POV
Across the River, the Fox of the Rhine smiled as he watched the retreating Prussians.
You're welcome to try again another day. And I'll be waiting for you.
A.N.: Hope you all liked this.
Btw, Dubreton, Calvet and Gaston are all Minor Characters from Sharpe, both the Books and the TV-Miniseries. Right now, they all serve in the same Regiment in the Army of the Rhine.
I'll use more Sharpe-Characters in future Omakes if I find fitting Opportunities.
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Smell that boys?
that is a 20 being given out for the first time… savor it!
I'm happy to please.
Tomorrow, I'll write the Omake for the Dream that Napoleon has of our Son as well.
And after the Vote is called, I'll also hand out Omake-Boni tomorrow.
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He dosent know he's getting twins yet.
True. Maybe I can work that into the Omake as well.
Right.
+10 on Charity Work
+20 on London Spies
+10 on the Interview
And finally: +10 on Political Pope