We are making the Napoleonic era for France so much better, i think France had a economy problems during this that time
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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Yes and no.
France's Economy was much weaker then Britian's, but it's millitary pretty much fucked things up so well, it hide some of those weaknesses.
I believe the problem that this quest will face is..."Napoleon wants to conquer shit, because his ego demands it"
We can't stop it, but we can mitigate some of the damages.
Also, if anyone thinks Nappy is a simp for us, you are wrong... Dead fucking wrong.
L'Aigle By Alexander Sturnn
L'Aigle
He sat upon his Throne, his beloved wife by his side, and looked out over the Court that was gathered in celebration. Flags and Weapons adorned the Walls as the Nobles of his Kingdom were chatting and eating, celebrating the News of their Queens pregnancy.
He looked at his wife, who returned his smile in a way that once more made his heart flutter. What had he ever done to deserve the love of this Goddess among Mortals? She was more then just his Queen and future Mother of his Children. She was his equal in every way. His Partner in the Throneroom and on the Battlefield. And he found joy in that.
His eyes wandered over to her belly, which had begun to swell with the new life growing inside of it. They had achieved much together, had unified their Homeland and defended it from outside Invaders. And they would do much more yet. Their Son would inherit a vast and powerful Realm, with a strong Economy, a stable Society, a firm Administration and a mighty Army.
And then...he would surpass them both.
He could see it now...his Son marching east at the Head of his Armies, conquering all in his Path until the ends of the Earth, toppling Empires and smashing Armies. The Leaders of the World would bow their heads in submission to him and the People would cheer his Name in the streets, cementing him as the greatest Ruler this Earth had ever known. A glorious Golden Era lay ahead of them all...and their Son would one day bring it.
Yes, he could see it as he put a hand on his Wife's belly. They would lay the Groundwork, etching their Names into History...and their Son would only have to stretch out his hand to take the World for himself. Already, he could hear the chants of the People as they celebrated his glorious Reign.
Alexander the Great...Ruler of all that he saw.
Yes, that Name would ring throughout History...
Napoleon blinked as he slowly set up in his bed. Through the slit in his tent, he could see that the sun had just barely risen. It was still early in the morning.
The Emperor of the French People climbed out of his bed and began to put on his Uniform. Despite his relatively short sleep, he felt fresh and full of Energy.
Perhaps that was because of the Dream?
Napoleon shook his head. He had had this Dream quite a few times now, ever since he had learned of Therese's Pregnancy. It always went the same way: He was Philipp of Macedon, spending time with his pregnant Wife...and thinking about the glorious Future that would await their Son, Alexander the Great.
He was not someone who believed in Superstitions, but...could there perhaps be more to this recurring dream then it seemed?
Napoleon snorted in amusement. Brian and Therese would laugh at him for thinking he had prophetic Dreams or such. And they would probably be right. There was more use to place ones faith in your own Skills and that of those around you then in dreams or Prophecy.
And yet...
Napoleon paused. He found that he could not help but be enamored with the Idea behind it. That there was a glorious destiny awaiting his and Therese's Child.
Their Child, be it a Son or a Daughter, would learn from the finest Tutors in all of France. He and Therese would teach them the Arts of War and Statecraft alike. And one day, when their time came...they might surpass them both.
It was a beautiful thought. To leave behind as Legacy and Inheritance for his Children not just a powerful and stable Nation, but a World that would be theirs for the taking. To lay the Foundation for a glorious Dynasty and Empire that would last through the Centuries.
But one had to be careful with such wishes. After all...Alexanders Empire, for all it's Glory, had not survived it's Rulers untimely death.
Napoleon shook his head, chasing these thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to get lost in Dreams of what might be. Now, they had a Nation to save.
Jourdan had done well at beating back the Prussian Main Army. Lannes and Davout had shattered the Austrians and Prussians in Italy and the Netherlands respectively. Spain was no threat anymore and the Royal Navy was too busy hunting Fleets across the Seven Seas to conduct coastal Raids or amphibious Invasions. Russia was somewhat of a concern, but right now, Alexander I. seemed to commit the bare Minimum of his Forces to the Coalition. All over the Fronts, the Armies of France had taken the Initiative.
Now all that was left was to push back and knock their remaining foes out of the War. And then, finally, it would be time to return home and see to the matters of State...as well as Family.
Napoleon couldn't help but smile. He wished he could be present for the birth of his Child...but he took consolation in the thought of returning home to embrace both it and his Wife.
He couldn't wait to end this War. Therese was waiting for him, after all...as well as the little new Life that might one day determine the Future of France.
He looked forward to seeing them both.
A.N.: There. Hope you all like it.
Up next, tomorrow: Sharpe's Rescue.
He sat upon his Throne, his beloved wife by his side, and looked out over the Court that was gathered in celebration. Flags and Weapons adorned the Walls as the Nobles of his Kingdom were chatting and eating, celebrating the News of their Queens pregnancy.
He looked at his wife, who returned his smile in a way that once more made his heart flutter. What had he ever done to deserve the love of this Goddess among Mortals? She was more then just his Queen and future Mother of his Children. She was his equal in every way. His Partner in the Throneroom and on the Battlefield. And he found joy in that.
His eyes wandered over to her belly, which had begun to swell with the new life growing inside of it. They had achieved much together, had unified their Homeland and defended it from outside Invaders. And they would do much more yet. Their Son would inherit a vast and powerful Realm, with a strong Economy, a stable Society, a firm Administration and a mighty Army.
And then...he would surpass them both.
He could see it now...his Son marching east at the Head of his Armies, conquering all in his Path until the ends of the Earth, toppling Empires and smashing Armies. The Leaders of the World would bow their heads in submission to him and the People would cheer his Name in the streets, cementing him as the greatest Ruler this Earth had ever known. A glorious Golden Era lay ahead of them all...and their Son would one day bring it.
Yes, he could see it as he put a hand on his Wife's belly. They would lay the Groundwork, etching their Names into History...and their Son would only have to stretch out his hand to take the World for himself. Already, he could hear the chants of the People as they celebrated his glorious Reign.
Alexander the Great...Ruler of all that he saw.
Yes, that Name would ring throughout History...
Napoleon blinked as he slowly set up in his bed. Through the slit in his tent, he could see that the sun had just barely risen. It was still early in the morning.
The Emperor of the French People climbed out of his bed and began to put on his Uniform. Despite his relatively short sleep, he felt fresh and full of Energy.
Perhaps that was because of the Dream?
Napoleon shook his head. He had had this Dream quite a few times now, ever since he had learned of Therese's Pregnancy. It always went the same way: He was Philipp of Macedon, spending time with his pregnant Wife...and thinking about the glorious Future that would await their Son, Alexander the Great.
He was not someone who believed in Superstitions, but...could there perhaps be more to this recurring dream then it seemed?
Napoleon snorted in amusement. Brian and Therese would laugh at him for thinking he had prophetic Dreams or such. And they would probably be right. There was more use to place ones faith in your own Skills and that of those around you then in dreams or Prophecy.
And yet...
Napoleon paused. He found that he could not help but be enamored with the Idea behind it. That there was a glorious destiny awaiting his and Therese's Child.
Their Child, be it a Son or a Daughter, would learn from the finest Tutors in all of France. He and Therese would teach them the Arts of War and Statecraft alike. And one day, when their time came...they might surpass them both.
It was a beautiful thought. To leave behind as Legacy and Inheritance for his Children not just a powerful and stable Nation, but a World that would be theirs for the taking. To lay the Foundation for a glorious Dynasty and Empire that would last through the Centuries.
But one had to be careful with such wishes. After all...Alexanders Empire, for all it's Glory, had not survived it's Rulers untimely death.
Napoleon shook his head, chasing these thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to get lost in Dreams of what might be. Now, they had a Nation to save.
Jourdan had done well at beating back the Prussian Main Army. Lannes and Davout had shattered the Austrians and Prussians in Italy and the Netherlands respectively. Spain was no threat anymore and the Royal Navy was too busy hunting Fleets across the Seven Seas to conduct coastal Raids or amphibious Invasions. Russia was somewhat of a concern, but right now, Alexander I. seemed to commit the bare Minimum of his Forces to the Coalition. All over the Fronts, the Armies of France had taken the Initiative.
Now all that was left was to push back and knock their remaining foes out of the War. And then, finally, it would be time to return home and see to the matters of State...as well as Family.
Napoleon couldn't help but smile. He wished he could be present for the birth of his Child...but he took consolation in the thought of returning home to embrace both it and his Wife.
He couldn't wait to end this War. Therese was waiting for him, after all...as well as the little new Life that might one day determine the Future of France.
He looked forward to seeing them both.
A.N.: There. Hope you all like it.
Up next, tomorrow: Sharpe's Rescue.
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Another 20 to the rolls.
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What I meant was that this quest was tailor made for the Napoleonic era, and we set it at the height of the French Revolution, which was a rather different time and had much different people running the show.
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True.
But hey, the bright side is... Alternate history!
Because the Historical Timeline died at Valmy Hill when a boy and his sister saved the day!
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Yeah, that's before that particular Report hits his desk.
Also before he learns of the Industrial BS we pulled off.
While he's not a simp for us by any means, I'm still pretty certain that with every day, he grows more and more convinced that he hit the absolute Jackpot by marrying us.
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Therese: Face it Tiger, You just hit the Jackpot.
Once we get those reparations and indemnity back to the French State lets try and remove those weaknesses as best we can, we are already doing a good job, but more gold for the State will speed things along faster
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that line is golden.
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Still my favorite line in comics, and can't wait for the MCU to use it... eventually.
That is correct.
Hope we don't fuck everything up.
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I feel like there is just way too much self-aggrandizing in this quest. So much is devoted to how awesome, badass, ground-breaking and cool the main character is that it feels ridiculous at times.
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Germany. They've got coal for days!
I see we understand each other. That was exactly the line I was thinking of. GOD, I love Peter and MJ.
Also, fuck One More Day.
Not our fault if the Dice keep giving us ridiculously good Rolls. Besides, being awesome and succesful during this very interesting time in History is kinda the whole Point of this Quest.
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Does france have control over their ports in india?
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- California USA
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True, that's the most important Part. And BOY does this Quest deliver on that!
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- Revan
The amount of manpower that we have left is something that has me kind of worried. We have been at war since the beginning of the quest, and the amount of people left to defend our borders and to expand the kingdom most be getting kind of thin out, no?
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Yes and no.
Because the Royalists are not waging a brutal civil war on the Vendee region like OTL... We've... had more then enough manpower to spare in combating other theaters of operations, esspecially since many royalist units have been reorginized into the army following the Vendee's Surrender.
The yes comes from the fact that there are many wounded soldiers that still need time to recover from their injuries.
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