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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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...I don't get that Joke, sorry.
Yeah, it was a pretty great Moment in the original Books as well.
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I believe the joke is that you are putting these omakes out so fast like a machine gun.
Oh.
Well, I have time on my hands and inspiration to spare, sooo...
Alright, writing my next Omake, a sort of Spinoff to the Series I last did: 'Le Tigre de Mysore'.
In which we meet Tipu Sultan, perhaps the greatest foe of the British on Indian Soil.
In which we meet Tipu Sultan, perhaps the greatest foe of the British on Indian Soil.
Actually the French have some people there in India right? What exactly do they have? Number of ships, troops and land. Then there is the relationship they have with Tipu Sultan. They working together to fight the British and in how much? Like are the French helping Tipu Sultan on what tactics the British use and training his own troops in this way?
Well, going by Sharpe Canon (which I do) Tipu currently has a French Advisor on his War Council who helped train his Troops, a Colonel. Said Colonel also has a detachment of French Soldiers with him.
As for the rest, no idea.
Tipu in general had a pretty good Relationship with the French, mostly since they were the Main Adversaries to his Archenemies, the Brits. He also got along pretty well with the Revolution.
In fact, he not only opened up a Jacobin-Club in Seringapatam, but also planted a "Tree of Liberty" in his Royal Garden, put on a Red Cap and for a short time referred to himself as "Citizen Tipu". True Story.
In fact, he not only opened up a Jacobin-Club in Seringapatam, but also planted a "Tree of Liberty" in his Royal Garden, put on a Red Cap and for a short time referred to himself as "Citizen Tipu". True Story.
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Sorry, the Omake won't come today either. Work is tiring me out.
But tomorrow It'll definitely come. I promise.
But tomorrow It'll definitely come. I promise.
Take your time. We can and will wait for perfection.
Le Tigre de Mysore (Alexander Sturnn)
Le Tigre de Mysore
It was finally over now.
Tipu Sultan, Ruler of Mysore and faithful Servant of Allah, walked among his Generals and Advisors as they inspected the Battlefield. It had been a hard-fought battle, but Victory was at long last theirs. They had defeated the Invaders and inflicted heavy casualties on them before they were forced to retreat. His Men had fought like the Tigers they styled themselves after, proud and deadly, tearing through the Redcoat Ranks like a claw through the flesh of it's prey. Until, finally, the British and their Allies realized the hopelessness of their Situation and sounded the retreat, leaving behind thousands of dead and a Rearguard of 5.000 Men to hold the Line.
The only black mark on their record today was that they had not been able to crush the Infidels in their entirety. Instead, said Rearguard had fought with a courage and valor that even Tipu, for all his hatred of the British Invaders, couldn't help but respect. These 'Scotsmen', as one of his Advisers had called them, had held out for over two Hours before finally succumbing to the furious assault of the Mysore-Forces. Almost none of them surrendered and only a few were captured alive. Those would soon be sent to be executed - either by the Sultan's feared Jettis or by his beloved Tigers.
The Commander of these Men was not among them. In fact, Tipu and the Group accompanying him were currently looking at his Body.
The Man, a Major-General, was lying amidst his fallen Soldiers. His Uniform was torn by Bayonets and Sabres, but his own blood-stained Sabre was still grasped by his Hand, even in Death. From what his Soldiers had told the Sultan, the Man had fought to his dying breath, shouting Orders to his Troops, hurling Insults at his Foes and commanding from the Front until finally, a Bullet had pierced his chest and ended his life.
What was strangest to Tipu, however, was that he had seen this Man before.
"...I know him", the Sultan told his Advisors in Persian, his favored language. "He was captured by my Father in Battle shortly before I took the Throne and was held in the Dungeons of Seringapatam after that until fours years later, when he was released. He was one of the few Captives there who never lost his spark of defiance. I could see it in his eyes when he glared at me as I announced his release."
Colonel Jean Gudin, the French Advisor assigned to his Court and Liaison for foreign Troops serving in his Army, responded back in Persian as well. "I recognize him from the Reports. Major-General Sir David Baird, one of the Commander of the British Army invading Mysore. Apparently, he was eager for this Command, wishing vengeance upon his Majesty for the time he spent in the Dungeons of Seringapatam."
Tipu nodded slowly. Vengeance was a fantastic Motivator, for Faithful and Infidels alike. No wonder this Man had held the Line with such resolve. He would've rather died then be captured by him again.
Another one of his Generals cleared his throat. "With the Deaths of him and General Harris confirmed, the Leadership of the British Army in Mysore should fall to the third Commander, Sir Arthur Wellesley. A young Man, by all accounts...and the Brother of the current British Governor-General of India."
Tipu's eyes narrowed. "Young he may be, but the retreat he commanded was swift and effective. Our Troops are too exhausted to pursue the Infidels today. They have built up a lead and I am not sure if we can catch them again before they retreat back to Soil under the control of their accursed Company."
The Generals and Advisors remained silent, none of them disagreeing with their Ruler. Frankly, they were just glad that they had managed to keep him from joining the fight himself as he had wished to.
Tipu was a small and overweight man, but his Courage could not be denied. Not to mention that he was an excellent shot, if not an excellent re-loader. Then again, that was what he had his Servants for. Still, it was better that he had kept out of this Battle and merely observed it. The fighting had gotten rather brutal and none of them wished for their Ruler to die.
The Sultan shook his head. Then, a smile came to his lips. "However...despite this setback, this Battle has been a major Victory. And one desperately needed after our defeat in the last War." He looked at Colonel Gudin with respect. "Colonel...your aid in retraining our Forces has proven instrumental to our Victory today. It was thanks to the Changes in our Doctrine you proposed that we were able to Win this Battle. You have done a great service to Mysore."
Colonel Gudin shook his head. "I thank you for your high praise, your Majesty, but ultimately the true Credit must go to your Soldiers and Generals. Had they not implemented my proposed Reforms and carried out the Battle Plans so well, I doubt we would've won."
"Be that as it may, you have fulfilled your Duties as my Advisor and done me and all of Mysore a great service. Tipu Sultan does not forget his Friends and faithful Allies, Gudin, just like he does not easily forgive his hated Enemies." A small smile came to the Sultans lips. "I will see to it that you are rewarded...and that your Superiors in France will be informed of your good Work."
Despite Gudin trying to keep a neutral expression, Tipu could practically see the Man's chest swell with joy. He knew that Gudin had had a hard time adapting to India at first after the French Republic had sent him as Advisor and Liaison to Tipu's Court. But, after a while, he had settled in. Tipu had at first been reluctant to listen to his Proposals, not quite trusting another European Infidel. But after thinking about his last defeat against the British, he realized that accepting the aid of their greatest Rivals, who knew them and how they fought, may be very valuable.
The French had proven themselves as good Allies in his eyes. While not putting forth too much direct aid, with the accursed British Navy controlling the Seas, their Military Advisors had helped him reform his Army into a tool that could match the Invaders truly blow for blow now. And with their Efforts across all of India falling apart, judging by the Records...perhaps it was time to think in bigger Terms then just Mysore and it's surrounding Areas.
As Tipu looked over the Battlefield, taking in the Picture of his Victory, he began to envision a free India. One that was truly liberated from the British Infidels. Where the accursed East India Company had been driven into the Sea, never to threaten their way of life and their culture again.
Perhaps he was thinking too far ahead. But with the British on the retreat all across the Subcontinent... He might even consider an Alliance with his old foes, the Maratha. Despite their Enmity, they were arguable the most powerful Indian Faction opposing the British. If they worked together...his dream just might become reality.
Of course, such Alliances would not last forever. Tipu had little doubt that, if the British were expelled, the Indian Warlords would soon begin to fight each other again. But perhaps he could maneuver himself into a Position where he could take the best Advantage of the fighting and reap the most benefits, thus gaining a significant lead on his potential future Rivals.
His eyes wandered over to Gudin. Perhaps these Rivals may even include the French. While they had proven themselves valuable Allies and while Tipu had grown fond of some of the Reforms and Ideals brought fourth by their Revolution - going so far as to plant a "Tree of Liberty" in his Royal Garden, putting on a red cap and referring to himself as 'Citizen Tipu' for a time - he was not sure if they could be trusted after the British were defeated. Their Interests aligned for now, but that didn't have to remain the case. Especially not with their constantly shifting Government these day. In fact, hadn't they become an Empire most recently? Could they really be trusted to withdraw from India if the British were expelled?
Tipu had no Interest to replace the British Infidels trying to conquer India with French ones. He would work with them...but he would be on Guard and watch out for the slightest hint of Treachery. If they wanted to Trade and remain equal Allies, great. But he would not allow another European Nation to amass the amount of Power and Influence in India as the East India Company had.
But all that was still in the future. For now, Tipu once again looked over the sight of the Battlefield, basking in his Victory.
A dangerous smile came to the Sultan's lips. The Tiger of Mysore had wounded his Prey and sent it running.
Soon it would be time to pounce and go in for the kill.
A.N.: Done.
Tipu Sultan was a WILD and interesting Character. I highly recommend you read up a bit on him. Pragmatic and cunning, a highly capable Ruler, beloved by many of his People. He was a devout Muslim, preferring to speak Persian to any Indian Language, ruling over a Hindu-Majority and was rather tolerant to most Religions. However, he was also pretty ruthless towards his Enemies. He hated the British in particular for their aggressive pushes into India and the checks they put on his own personal Ambitions. He was one of their greatest foes in India. And while he mostly practiced Religious Tolrance, he cracked down pretty hard on the Christian Minority in his Kingdom. He also had a habit of refusing Prisoner exhanges of even high-ranking Captives. Again, the British got the shortest end of the stick here - Tipu just really hated them that much. Most British Captives of his did not survive long, being thrown either to his Tigers or executed by his private Executioners, the Jettis: Tall, muscular Men who could snap their Victims necks or drive nails into their Skulls with their bare hands.
Many accounts of his more brutal acts are likely fabrications or at least exaggerations by the Brits who were trying to portray him as a Monster, thus justifying their Wars against him. But there is no denying that he did some pretty gnarly stuff.
A complex and highly interesting historical Figure, to say the least. I hope you enjoyed this small look into the mind of the Tiger of Mysore.
Also, Colonel Gudin is another minor Character from the Sharpe-Series, an Advisor to Tipu sent by the French Republic to India a few years ago. Tipu and the French got along rather well, mostly because of their mutual Attitude of 'Fuck the Brits!'. The Story I told of Tipu being somewhat inspired by the Revolution, including the whole 'Citizen Tipu' Thing is, in fact, true. He really tried his best to make this Alliance work. Heck, one of the Hopes for Napoleon's Invasion of Egypt in OTL was to find a way to link up with Tipu and send him direct Military Aid. Of course, that never went anywhere and Tipu Sultan died in 1799 when the British and their Allies took his Capital of Seringapatam. By all accounts, he personally fought in this final Battle, standing among his Troops and firing at his Enemies with Muskets that were reloaded by his Servants. It's not clear how exactly he died, but it's likely he went down fighting to his last breath against his most hated Enemies.
See ya next time when the Muse strikes me to do an Omake for this amazing Quest.
It was finally over now.
Tipu Sultan, Ruler of Mysore and faithful Servant of Allah, walked among his Generals and Advisors as they inspected the Battlefield. It had been a hard-fought battle, but Victory was at long last theirs. They had defeated the Invaders and inflicted heavy casualties on them before they were forced to retreat. His Men had fought like the Tigers they styled themselves after, proud and deadly, tearing through the Redcoat Ranks like a claw through the flesh of it's prey. Until, finally, the British and their Allies realized the hopelessness of their Situation and sounded the retreat, leaving behind thousands of dead and a Rearguard of 5.000 Men to hold the Line.
The only black mark on their record today was that they had not been able to crush the Infidels in their entirety. Instead, said Rearguard had fought with a courage and valor that even Tipu, for all his hatred of the British Invaders, couldn't help but respect. These 'Scotsmen', as one of his Advisers had called them, had held out for over two Hours before finally succumbing to the furious assault of the Mysore-Forces. Almost none of them surrendered and only a few were captured alive. Those would soon be sent to be executed - either by the Sultan's feared Jettis or by his beloved Tigers.
The Commander of these Men was not among them. In fact, Tipu and the Group accompanying him were currently looking at his Body.
The Man, a Major-General, was lying amidst his fallen Soldiers. His Uniform was torn by Bayonets and Sabres, but his own blood-stained Sabre was still grasped by his Hand, even in Death. From what his Soldiers had told the Sultan, the Man had fought to his dying breath, shouting Orders to his Troops, hurling Insults at his Foes and commanding from the Front until finally, a Bullet had pierced his chest and ended his life.
What was strangest to Tipu, however, was that he had seen this Man before.
"...I know him", the Sultan told his Advisors in Persian, his favored language. "He was captured by my Father in Battle shortly before I took the Throne and was held in the Dungeons of Seringapatam after that until fours years later, when he was released. He was one of the few Captives there who never lost his spark of defiance. I could see it in his eyes when he glared at me as I announced his release."
Colonel Jean Gudin, the French Advisor assigned to his Court and Liaison for foreign Troops serving in his Army, responded back in Persian as well. "I recognize him from the Reports. Major-General Sir David Baird, one of the Commander of the British Army invading Mysore. Apparently, he was eager for this Command, wishing vengeance upon his Majesty for the time he spent in the Dungeons of Seringapatam."
Tipu nodded slowly. Vengeance was a fantastic Motivator, for Faithful and Infidels alike. No wonder this Man had held the Line with such resolve. He would've rather died then be captured by him again.
Another one of his Generals cleared his throat. "With the Deaths of him and General Harris confirmed, the Leadership of the British Army in Mysore should fall to the third Commander, Sir Arthur Wellesley. A young Man, by all accounts...and the Brother of the current British Governor-General of India."
Tipu's eyes narrowed. "Young he may be, but the retreat he commanded was swift and effective. Our Troops are too exhausted to pursue the Infidels today. They have built up a lead and I am not sure if we can catch them again before they retreat back to Soil under the control of their accursed Company."
The Generals and Advisors remained silent, none of them disagreeing with their Ruler. Frankly, they were just glad that they had managed to keep him from joining the fight himself as he had wished to.
Tipu was a small and overweight man, but his Courage could not be denied. Not to mention that he was an excellent shot, if not an excellent re-loader. Then again, that was what he had his Servants for. Still, it was better that he had kept out of this Battle and merely observed it. The fighting had gotten rather brutal and none of them wished for their Ruler to die.
The Sultan shook his head. Then, a smile came to his lips. "However...despite this setback, this Battle has been a major Victory. And one desperately needed after our defeat in the last War." He looked at Colonel Gudin with respect. "Colonel...your aid in retraining our Forces has proven instrumental to our Victory today. It was thanks to the Changes in our Doctrine you proposed that we were able to Win this Battle. You have done a great service to Mysore."
Colonel Gudin shook his head. "I thank you for your high praise, your Majesty, but ultimately the true Credit must go to your Soldiers and Generals. Had they not implemented my proposed Reforms and carried out the Battle Plans so well, I doubt we would've won."
"Be that as it may, you have fulfilled your Duties as my Advisor and done me and all of Mysore a great service. Tipu Sultan does not forget his Friends and faithful Allies, Gudin, just like he does not easily forgive his hated Enemies." A small smile came to the Sultans lips. "I will see to it that you are rewarded...and that your Superiors in France will be informed of your good Work."
Despite Gudin trying to keep a neutral expression, Tipu could practically see the Man's chest swell with joy. He knew that Gudin had had a hard time adapting to India at first after the French Republic had sent him as Advisor and Liaison to Tipu's Court. But, after a while, he had settled in. Tipu had at first been reluctant to listen to his Proposals, not quite trusting another European Infidel. But after thinking about his last defeat against the British, he realized that accepting the aid of their greatest Rivals, who knew them and how they fought, may be very valuable.
The French had proven themselves as good Allies in his eyes. While not putting forth too much direct aid, with the accursed British Navy controlling the Seas, their Military Advisors had helped him reform his Army into a tool that could match the Invaders truly blow for blow now. And with their Efforts across all of India falling apart, judging by the Records...perhaps it was time to think in bigger Terms then just Mysore and it's surrounding Areas.
As Tipu looked over the Battlefield, taking in the Picture of his Victory, he began to envision a free India. One that was truly liberated from the British Infidels. Where the accursed East India Company had been driven into the Sea, never to threaten their way of life and their culture again.
Perhaps he was thinking too far ahead. But with the British on the retreat all across the Subcontinent... He might even consider an Alliance with his old foes, the Maratha. Despite their Enmity, they were arguable the most powerful Indian Faction opposing the British. If they worked together...his dream just might become reality.
Of course, such Alliances would not last forever. Tipu had little doubt that, if the British were expelled, the Indian Warlords would soon begin to fight each other again. But perhaps he could maneuver himself into a Position where he could take the best Advantage of the fighting and reap the most benefits, thus gaining a significant lead on his potential future Rivals.
His eyes wandered over to Gudin. Perhaps these Rivals may even include the French. While they had proven themselves valuable Allies and while Tipu had grown fond of some of the Reforms and Ideals brought fourth by their Revolution - going so far as to plant a "Tree of Liberty" in his Royal Garden, putting on a red cap and referring to himself as 'Citizen Tipu' for a time - he was not sure if they could be trusted after the British were defeated. Their Interests aligned for now, but that didn't have to remain the case. Especially not with their constantly shifting Government these day. In fact, hadn't they become an Empire most recently? Could they really be trusted to withdraw from India if the British were expelled?
Tipu had no Interest to replace the British Infidels trying to conquer India with French ones. He would work with them...but he would be on Guard and watch out for the slightest hint of Treachery. If they wanted to Trade and remain equal Allies, great. But he would not allow another European Nation to amass the amount of Power and Influence in India as the East India Company had.
But all that was still in the future. For now, Tipu once again looked over the sight of the Battlefield, basking in his Victory.
A dangerous smile came to the Sultan's lips. The Tiger of Mysore had wounded his Prey and sent it running.
Soon it would be time to pounce and go in for the kill.
A.N.: Done.
Tipu Sultan was a WILD and interesting Character. I highly recommend you read up a bit on him. Pragmatic and cunning, a highly capable Ruler, beloved by many of his People. He was a devout Muslim, preferring to speak Persian to any Indian Language, ruling over a Hindu-Majority and was rather tolerant to most Religions. However, he was also pretty ruthless towards his Enemies. He hated the British in particular for their aggressive pushes into India and the checks they put on his own personal Ambitions. He was one of their greatest foes in India. And while he mostly practiced Religious Tolrance, he cracked down pretty hard on the Christian Minority in his Kingdom. He also had a habit of refusing Prisoner exhanges of even high-ranking Captives. Again, the British got the shortest end of the stick here - Tipu just really hated them that much. Most British Captives of his did not survive long, being thrown either to his Tigers or executed by his private Executioners, the Jettis: Tall, muscular Men who could snap their Victims necks or drive nails into their Skulls with their bare hands.
Many accounts of his more brutal acts are likely fabrications or at least exaggerations by the Brits who were trying to portray him as a Monster, thus justifying their Wars against him. But there is no denying that he did some pretty gnarly stuff.
A complex and highly interesting historical Figure, to say the least. I hope you enjoyed this small look into the mind of the Tiger of Mysore.
Also, Colonel Gudin is another minor Character from the Sharpe-Series, an Advisor to Tipu sent by the French Republic to India a few years ago. Tipu and the French got along rather well, mostly because of their mutual Attitude of 'Fuck the Brits!'. The Story I told of Tipu being somewhat inspired by the Revolution, including the whole 'Citizen Tipu' Thing is, in fact, true. He really tried his best to make this Alliance work. Heck, one of the Hopes for Napoleon's Invasion of Egypt in OTL was to find a way to link up with Tipu and send him direct Military Aid. Of course, that never went anywhere and Tipu Sultan died in 1799 when the British and their Allies took his Capital of Seringapatam. By all accounts, he personally fought in this final Battle, standing among his Troops and firing at his Enemies with Muskets that were reloaded by his Servants. It's not clear how exactly he died, but it's likely he went down fighting to his last breath against his most hated Enemies.
See ya next time when the Muse strikes me to do an Omake for this amazing Quest.
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The Bad Ending: A Negaverse Quest.
Magoose
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The Bad Ending: A Negaverse Quest.
The Year is 1815, the Year of our Lord.
For the last 20 years, Europe has been engulfed in the flames of Revolution and War, with Emperor Napoleon leading France in wars to secure his empire, the influence of France itself, and to destroy the great and hated enemy of France, Great Britain.
But he went too far. In Russia, the destruction of Moscow proved to be what turned a war of influence into a war that would shatter Europe.
Alexander of Russia had gone to his comrades of the fellow European monarchs with a simple goal. The removal of France's sphere of influence, and the Destruction of its Empire.
Despite desperate, heroic fighting from the Emperor, and his army, his marshals, and allies, nothing could have prepared the men for the horrors of the Retreat.
The Grand Armee died in Russia.
But even the destruction of the French Army could not sate the bloodlust of the Russian Tsar. For something broke in him with the loss of Moscow. Of the hell of Borodino, and the retreat that should have killed the Emperor of the French and all of his officers.
Revenge, not politics clouded and covered his every thought. He had been betrayed, he had been beaten, and he had listened to his more…
Radical ministers. Paris would meet the fate of Moscow, burned to the ground, its citizens fleeing before the Russian Cossacks that would do what they did best, inspire terror in their enemies.
Leipzig, the battle of the Three Emperors that followed, was a disastrous defeat for Emperor Napoleon. Yet even in his defeat, there was no death for him, for his flight to France, to lead her desperate defense with his new army of conscripts, Veterans… and what little of his army survived his campaigns.
Yet it was in France, where everything would fall.
Defeat after defeat followed, as her brave defenders retreated, and fled back from the frontier.
Marshal's who were indefatigable were forced to surrender, to save their men and civilians alike.
And then the emperor died in the field of honor.
The British wished to remind France of its place beneath them, but the Russian Tsar wanted something more. Far more permanent.
A Shattered France, like a shattered Germany, would be something that the nations of the Concert of Europe could stomach… Even if it would lead to resentment, hatred, and all manner of hell for their descendants to clean up.
The Balance of Power would never be the same.
The nation was shattered by Emperors who sought to never fight another war again, forcing the nation apart by force, so it may never be a threat again.
The Story of France, founded by Clovis, forged by Charlemagne, and his successors, ruling over Europe as its great power for over a thousand years is over.
But the story of her people, her weeping children, who have been defeated, and broken… Is not.
For their story, is not over yet.
The Year is 1815, the Year of our Lord.
For the last 20 years, Europe has been engulfed in the flames of Revolution and War, with Emperor Napoleon leading France in wars to secure his empire, the influence of France itself, and to destroy the great and hated enemy of France, Great Britain.
But he went too far. In Russia, the destruction of Moscow proved to be what turned a war of influence into a war that would shatter Europe.
Alexander of Russia had gone to his comrades of the fellow European monarchs with a simple goal. The removal of France's sphere of influence, and the Destruction of its Empire.
Despite desperate, heroic fighting from the Emperor, and his army, his marshals, and allies, nothing could have prepared the men for the horrors of the Retreat.
The Grand Armee died in Russia.
But even the destruction of the French Army could not sate the bloodlust of the Russian Tsar. For something broke in him with the loss of Moscow. Of the hell of Borodino, and the retreat that should have killed the Emperor of the French and all of his officers.
Revenge, not politics clouded and covered his every thought. He had been betrayed, he had been beaten, and he had listened to his more…
Radical ministers. Paris would meet the fate of Moscow, burned to the ground, its citizens fleeing before the Russian Cossacks that would do what they did best, inspire terror in their enemies.
Leipzig, the battle of the Three Emperors that followed, was a disastrous defeat for Emperor Napoleon. Yet even in his defeat, there was no death for him, for his flight to France, to lead her desperate defense with his new army of conscripts, Veterans… and what little of his army survived his campaigns.
Yet it was in France, where everything would fall.
Defeat after defeat followed, as her brave defenders retreated, and fled back from the frontier.
Marshal's who were indefatigable were forced to surrender, to save their men and civilians alike.
And then the emperor died in the field of honor.
The British wished to remind France of its place beneath them, but the Russian Tsar wanted something more. Far more permanent.
A Shattered France, like a shattered Germany, would be something that the nations of the Concert of Europe could stomach… Even if it would lead to resentment, hatred, and all manner of hell for their descendants to clean up.
The Balance of Power would never be the same.
The nation was shattered by Emperors who sought to never fight another war again, forcing the nation apart by force, so it may never be a threat again.
The Story of France, founded by Clovis, forged by Charlemagne, and his successors, ruling over Europe as its great power for over a thousand years is over.
But the story of her people, her weeping children, who have been defeated, and broken… Is not.
For their story, is not over yet.
Goosemag said:
Welp.
Let's make sure that NEVER happens.
Let's make sure that NEVER happens.
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- Versailles
Let's burn London to the ground, then cut down every forest in Britain, and as we leave that god-forsaken island, lets bomb their harbors to dust.
Only then, will we have peace.
Seriously, there can be no lasting peace as long as Britain is an European power. They will betray, cheat, steal, murder and manipulate to destroy us, because they can't allow the existence of an Europe free of them.
Edit: I may play EU4 a bit too much
Only then, will we have peace.
Seriously, there can be no lasting peace as long as Britain is an European power. They will betray, cheat, steal, murder and manipulate to destroy us, because they can't allow the existence of an Europe free of them.
Edit: I may play EU4 a bit too much
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Magoose
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You know for the bad ending, I was going to add the factions that would be battling for control of France, but I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
It would have been Nappy the Second, The Bourbons, a French Republic, a Breton Republic, the British occupation of Normandy, the German Rhineland occupation, and then finally, the American Consulate that is now trying to survive, and escape home.
It would have been Nappy the Second, The Bourbons, a French Republic, a Breton Republic, the British occupation of Normandy, the German Rhineland occupation, and then finally, the American Consulate that is now trying to survive, and escape home.
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- America
American Consulate quest. Lead a small caravan of diplomats, security guards, former French soldiers turned mercenary and their families across the bandit infested French countryside into Spain where a neutral ship will take you back home.
Go north and the British will sell you into slavery. Go west and you'll run into the teeth of rebel militias. Any ship attempting to leave a French port in the south will be fired on, captured, and its crew and passengers sold into slavery.
All along the way, you will need to carefully shepherd your dwindling supplies of beans, bullets, and band-aids. This would not be such a problem if not for roving bandits, gangs of deserters, rebels, British skirmishers and foreign sponsored insurgents.
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- California,USA
Along the Way Somehow take the time to Make German Unification a Forgone conclusion because yes WE DID kill that Russian Cossack horde by accident.
Will there also be a Band of highly militarized, shovel-wielding Fanatics out to exterminate the British at all cost?
Magoose
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No but there will Catholic Zealots who see the Anglican Church as an affront to God and… seeks to exterminate them for their heresy.
- Location
- America
Would the anglican church employ a fuck mothering vampire?
Only if the Zealots get a Boondock Saints-quoting Priest armed with Bayonets for days.
Magoose
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No, they do however employ two depressed vampire brothers who really don't want to be there, wishing to go to America.
No, they will however be huge fans of Alexander Dumas
and quote him religiously.
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