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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So... I shall say this:

Damn.

I just started writing part of the update... my goodness. Good stuff. Good Stuff.

I'm really excited for... lots of good things ahead.

But mostly reorganizing the Army...

Ho Boy... turns out, thanks to the Vendee not becoming a blood bath, and the Royalists thinking Louis is the Heir... we've got quite a few... well actually a lot more Frenchmen in the Army that can join the Army for campaigns without straining the economy.
 
So... I shall say this:

Damn.

I just started writing part of the update... my goodness. Good stuff. Good Stuff.

I'm really excited for... lots of good things ahead.

But mostly reorganizing the Army...

Ho Boy... turns out, thanks to the Vendee not becoming a blood bath, and the Royalists thinking Louis is the Heir... we've got quite a few... well actually a lot more Frenchmen in the Army that can join the Army for campaigns without straining the economy.
So we've had a number of good rolls this turn?
 
A Drabble of Unimportance: (Or Magoose decides to make Severin the Main Character in this one)
A Drabble of Unimportance: (Or Magoose decides to make Severin the Main Character in this one)

In the small town of the French countryside, nestled near the mountains, was a small house on a quiet corner. Inside the home was, in the eyes of many men in the town, its most favorite son, son of an emigre from Sweeden, a child of a soldier that had, for a great deal of his young life listened to the stories of his Grandpierre, his grandfather, with a zeal that some could mistaken for fanaticism of faith. For his faith, unlike others, was not to God, or the Chuch, or to the French State.

It was to soldier, the great soldier of war, Matteo Severin was a master of. Perhaps not the most famous man in France, for his small birth, his lack of connections, and his detested of Nobility and those that were incompetent above him, in general. But he was a born soldier, who instilled in his sons, a great deal of what he learned.

And in that small village of the French countryside, this same man, with skill cunning and just sheer bravery, would become one of France's greatest Heroes.

Dennis Martian Severin was not a towering man, like others of his rank, but he was the strongest. He had a strong chin, and arms that seemed more like tree trunks, and a chest that was as if chiseled from Marble itself the epitome of physical fitness for a man. A beard was growing on his face, as he had forgone shaving for a few days, to lax his own personal discipline for a moment to enjoy the company of his family.

And as he sat with his family, looking at his rifles and praising his son's skill with it in practice, or cooing his young daughter, and whispering words of love and comfort to his wife of nearly 20 years, a knock was heard from his door.

Yet the scene of tranquility came to an abrupt end, as his wife stared in stunned silence at the woman who was before her. A towering woman, a strong woman with scars that were unseen, a presence that could command even the Emperor himself to take heed.

For the woman standing before his wife was the Empress of France. His former commanding officer. Therese Auclair.

"May I come in?" She asked politely, as only a woman without a home could ever ask.

And he let her in without a moments hesitation.

AN: Practicing for something special.
 
You know it finally occurred to me (after 2 years of writing) that Severin is basically the stereotypical protagonist of the Napoleonic war stories we all love, like Sharpe and Hornblower.

He's a man of low rank thrust into the spotlight at a key battle of a very important stage of the war he fights in, earning glroy and heroism in equal measure.

He's a man very worldly, he's extremely competent at his job. Distrusts some of his officers/superiors. But always seems to make friends with the most successful and famous of the bunch, earning their confidence and trust.

He despises politics and prefers to be where the action is hottest. And always has a smart remark when no one can here him.

Plus he's an up jumped infantryman who began this story as a Sargent before rising rapidly through the Ranks!

If this quest weren't about Therese, it would probably most likely be about him.
 
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I mean, I already called him our Sharpe once, so...yeah, he really is
At least I can safely say that Dennis Martin Severin is perhaps one of the most interesting men in the entire world at this point in time.

Or at very least one of the closest… to a regular man trying to find his way in the world.
And we love him for it, that awesome Swede Bastard.
If ever I try to novelize the quest, the three main POV charecters would be Severin, Therese and Brian.
 
"I don't always end up fighting for a Revolution and the Empress of the French People...but when I do, I am awesome and become best friends with a Guy I used to despise."
Murat is quietly grumbling in a corner and wondering how the hell he became friends with that mad Basterd. Before realizing that he is just like him, only with cavalry and is far better looking.

And Davout is wondering how this man is still alive because of his recklessness. Before remembering that he has no place to talk when his entire Italian campaign was thrown together with hopes and dreams… and screwing the Pope.

And Chamans is just grumbling that he didn't get a baton for his actions, cause he believes he deserves it.

And realizes he has no place to talk because for as much as he wants a Baton or rank… he would need to change his ways.
 
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In hindsight, Severin is practically an OC Donut Steele of Oudinot. Trouble magnets, glass ceiling'd at Sergeant in the infantry due to commoner birth, both from Lorraine. Except Severin is more of a fantastical figure: descended from a long line of soldiers while Oudinot was the only surviving son of a brewer (out of none kids), and Severin remained in the army whereas Oudinot resigned after 4-5 years (1783/4-1787). Totally unintentional, but history can be stranger than fiction, and fiction is derivative :p.
 
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