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Is Hungary splitting?
And everyone else doing the same from Hungary?
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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And everyone else doing the same from Hungary?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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There are currently six different republics trying to break free.
Hungry ironically enough is just sitting on its hands and doing nothing.
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It's time to see if and how far we fall.
Will we support the ancient regime for our own benefit or make a stand for the ideals of the revolution and the new age of nationalism.
Eeehhh...kinda depends on what these Republics look like. If they're slaughterhouses like Robby's Regime or just genuinely trying to become free.
Also, it might be best for Austria anyway to just let the Balkans go. That Area is more trouble then it's worth.
I mean, just look at this:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hp9hwjdPKvc
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That would mean giving up being a significant power outside the HRE so no chance.
Anyway and ideas how we could convince Napoleon?
Because i think he would be really set on helping and not because of the land,debt,guarantees and so on just on principle.
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The Champion and the Devil (AvidFicReader)
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The Champion and the Devil
The sound of steel on steel rings through the yard as two combatants exchange blows. One a fount of frenetic energy and a storm of mighty blows, a mad grin splitting his scarred face. The other, a portrait of focus and calm; a paragon of control and precision, evading the strikes sent his way and deflecting those he could not. Straining against the force of the latest blow, the image of calm is replaced by a smile that is all teeth. Rolling his wrist to flick his opponent's weapon aside, he then artfully transforms his parry into a counter, disarming his foe with a wrist strike.
"Ha! And that's three! The match is mine once more, Severin!"
Shaking out his hand to relieve the stinging, the defeated marshal replies.
"Ow! Damn, that stings! You really weren't holding back, eh Dumas?"
"We were dead even on points in that last bout, I couldn't let you ruin my spotless record by letting you win. Besides, you've gotten stronger since Toulon. You blew straight through my guard to win the first point, I wasn't about to let you pull the same trick on me twice. And when the hell did you learn to get crafty? Leaving a fake opening to lure me in and punishing me for it! Who are you and what have you done with that mad Swede?"
"Hah! Learned that from what Nick pulled at Messina. Weakened his right flank and dared the Neapolitans to assault Chamans' boys. They fell for it and I rammed my lads straight down their throat. Prince Pony's boys pulled their weight as well, I suppose."
"I still find it hard to believe you manage to get along so well with those two. Davout has always been so cold and aloof, and Murat is such a courtly high-society type I would assume you would get along like oil and water, not to mention the inter-service rivalry."
"He may be a prissy ponce, but I can respect his ability to command horsemen. That and he's willing to dirty those fancy pants of his in personal combat, rather than sit back and let the "filthy commoners" do the work. No offense."
"Yes, in spite of his need to be the best dressed man in every room, he cannot be faulted for his bravery. I did once overhear him telling of how he earned that "most dashing" scar on his cheek in a "cowardly, futile ambush as a sad last gasp of the Austrians in Italy." Or so he claimed to young miss Bonaparte."
"Pfft!" Severin coughs and sputters after his spit-take at Dumas' words. "Damn, you waited for me to start drinking on purpose, didn't you? How devilish of you, living up to your nickname! But that was outside of Milan, and we were trying to hunt down the garrison that fled before our arrival. A squadron of dragoons had passed along that stretch of road not ten minutes prior, but upon seeing Murat's damned fancy pants, they figured they had hooked a big fish and opened the ambush with canister at point blank. Tore our escort apart, and their first volley unhorsed us. Austrians focused on him due to his flamboyant uniform, while I only took a couple of glancing hits. One hit his cheek, and he was wailing about how his face was ruined. He passed out not long after. Then Louis, my boy Charlie, their pal Julian, and a score of riflemen came in like big damned heroes and ran those Austrians off. Nick was about a quarter mile behind them with a brigade of infantry, and that first squadron came back at the sound of the cannon. Broke both my arms, had a bayonet in my ribs, and took a ball to the meat of my thigh. Good times."
"Only you, Severin. Your guardian angel must be working double shifts keeping you alive."
"Ha! From your lips to the Father's ears! But enough about me, tell me about your time in the north! Heard you lot kicked all sorts of ass up and down the Netherlands under that ass Lannes."
"I had heard rumors of your feud, in spite of you both being the godfathers of the Imperial twins. I had hoped they were overblown gossip spread by overbearing courtiers."
"Ah, sorry, Dumas. Forgot he was your friend, especially when it was overshadowed by the news about Kleber. We only got picked due to our unquestionable loyalty- him to Nappy, and me to Therese. We just don't agree... on a lot of things. Why don't you tell me about your campaign, help familiarize me with the terrain and strategic locations of the Netherlands, and maybe I will see some of the qualities that made him friends with you."
Letting out a gusty sigh, Dumas shakes his head in disappointment.
"I had hoped you would at least reserve judgement, or respect his position."
"Hey, this is me you're talking about! I give people silly nicknames to deflate their heads, not heap praise and platitudes on overly inflated egos. Nappy made Lansy a marshal because he was competent and loyal. I can understand that. I know you guys kicked ass in the Netherlands, but I don't know how much of that was him, and how much of that was the corps system being that much better than the old methods everyone else uses. Besides, Lansy insulted my wife, so I insulted his taste in women. Fair's fair, right?"
"I understand being protective of your wife- I would be too were my own insulted- but could you at least not insult him every time you see each other? Balancing my friendship with you and with Jean could quickly become an ugly situation with divided loyalties."
"Eh, Mon Soleil doesn't need me to protect her. I'm handling it this way so she doesn't get involved. That would lead to kidnapping and dismemberment. Best not to think about it too much. She did that kind of thing a lot while fighting the Brits in the Americans' Independence War."
"I find myself questioning your taste in women, but at the same time, everything suddenly makes so much more sense. Of course you and your wife would be a matching set. God must have made you for each other."
"I'm glad you think so! But anyway, tell me more about the Netherlands."
"Well, much of the region is low-lying, and nothing can be considered mountainous. Between the Duchy of Luxembourg, the Austrian Netherlands, and the Batavian Republic, a range of hills can be found in the southeast, bordering Lorraine. There are several major rivers that meet the sea in the west, such as the Scheldt, the Meuse, and the Rhine. The southernmost region, Wallonia-"
The sound of steel on steel rings through the yard as two combatants exchange blows. One a fount of frenetic energy and a storm of mighty blows, a mad grin splitting his scarred face. The other, a portrait of focus and calm; a paragon of control and precision, evading the strikes sent his way and deflecting those he could not. Straining against the force of the latest blow, the image of calm is replaced by a smile that is all teeth. Rolling his wrist to flick his opponent's weapon aside, he then artfully transforms his parry into a counter, disarming his foe with a wrist strike.
"Ha! And that's three! The match is mine once more, Severin!"
Shaking out his hand to relieve the stinging, the defeated marshal replies.
"Ow! Damn, that stings! You really weren't holding back, eh Dumas?"
"We were dead even on points in that last bout, I couldn't let you ruin my spotless record by letting you win. Besides, you've gotten stronger since Toulon. You blew straight through my guard to win the first point, I wasn't about to let you pull the same trick on me twice. And when the hell did you learn to get crafty? Leaving a fake opening to lure me in and punishing me for it! Who are you and what have you done with that mad Swede?"
"Hah! Learned that from what Nick pulled at Messina. Weakened his right flank and dared the Neapolitans to assault Chamans' boys. They fell for it and I rammed my lads straight down their throat. Prince Pony's boys pulled their weight as well, I suppose."
"I still find it hard to believe you manage to get along so well with those two. Davout has always been so cold and aloof, and Murat is such a courtly high-society type I would assume you would get along like oil and water, not to mention the inter-service rivalry."
"He may be a prissy ponce, but I can respect his ability to command horsemen. That and he's willing to dirty those fancy pants of his in personal combat, rather than sit back and let the "filthy commoners" do the work. No offense."
"Yes, in spite of his need to be the best dressed man in every room, he cannot be faulted for his bravery. I did once overhear him telling of how he earned that "most dashing" scar on his cheek in a "cowardly, futile ambush as a sad last gasp of the Austrians in Italy." Or so he claimed to young miss Bonaparte."
"Pfft!" Severin coughs and sputters after his spit-take at Dumas' words. "Damn, you waited for me to start drinking on purpose, didn't you? How devilish of you, living up to your nickname! But that was outside of Milan, and we were trying to hunt down the garrison that fled before our arrival. A squadron of dragoons had passed along that stretch of road not ten minutes prior, but upon seeing Murat's damned fancy pants, they figured they had hooked a big fish and opened the ambush with canister at point blank. Tore our escort apart, and their first volley unhorsed us. Austrians focused on him due to his flamboyant uniform, while I only took a couple of glancing hits. One hit his cheek, and he was wailing about how his face was ruined. He passed out not long after. Then Louis, my boy Charlie, their pal Julian, and a score of riflemen came in like big damned heroes and ran those Austrians off. Nick was about a quarter mile behind them with a brigade of infantry, and that first squadron came back at the sound of the cannon. Broke both my arms, had a bayonet in my ribs, and took a ball to the meat of my thigh. Good times."
"Only you, Severin. Your guardian angel must be working double shifts keeping you alive."
"Ha! From your lips to the Father's ears! But enough about me, tell me about your time in the north! Heard you lot kicked all sorts of ass up and down the Netherlands under that ass Lannes."
"I had heard rumors of your feud, in spite of you both being the godfathers of the Imperial twins. I had hoped they were overblown gossip spread by overbearing courtiers."
"Ah, sorry, Dumas. Forgot he was your friend, especially when it was overshadowed by the news about Kleber. We only got picked due to our unquestionable loyalty- him to Nappy, and me to Therese. We just don't agree... on a lot of things. Why don't you tell me about your campaign, help familiarize me with the terrain and strategic locations of the Netherlands, and maybe I will see some of the qualities that made him friends with you."
Letting out a gusty sigh, Dumas shakes his head in disappointment.
"I had hoped you would at least reserve judgement, or respect his position."
"Hey, this is me you're talking about! I give people silly nicknames to deflate their heads, not heap praise and platitudes on overly inflated egos. Nappy made Lansy a marshal because he was competent and loyal. I can understand that. I know you guys kicked ass in the Netherlands, but I don't know how much of that was him, and how much of that was the corps system being that much better than the old methods everyone else uses. Besides, Lansy insulted my wife, so I insulted his taste in women. Fair's fair, right?"
"I understand being protective of your wife- I would be too were my own insulted- but could you at least not insult him every time you see each other? Balancing my friendship with you and with Jean could quickly become an ugly situation with divided loyalties."
"Eh, Mon Soleil doesn't need me to protect her. I'm handling it this way so she doesn't get involved. That would lead to kidnapping and dismemberment. Best not to think about it too much. She did that kind of thing a lot while fighting the Brits in the Americans' Independence War."
"I find myself questioning your taste in women, but at the same time, everything suddenly makes so much more sense. Of course you and your wife would be a matching set. God must have made you for each other."
"I'm glad you think so! But anyway, tell me more about the Netherlands."
"Well, much of the region is low-lying, and nothing can be considered mountainous. Between the Duchy of Luxembourg, the Austrian Netherlands, and the Batavian Republic, a range of hills can be found in the southeast, bordering Lorraine. There are several major rivers that meet the sea in the west, such as the Scheldt, the Meuse, and the Rhine. The southernmost region, Wallonia-"
Opened the omake with a sparring match between Dumas and Severin. They determine a winner by best of five, because they're competitive, and have the highest combat scores among the stat'ed characters (Samson, Jules' ninja, is higher, but he was a literal murderhobo for a decade). Also, according to prior speculation about who would end up as what class of Fate servant, I wanted to show Severin as a Berserker, and Dumas as a Saber. All my prior omake mentions have Dumas winning every match, though Severin pushes him all the while, to fit their 19 and 18 combat scores, respectively. Severin's false opening ploy is from F/SN Archer (GARcher), and in-universe inspired by Davout's deception at Messina.
Dumas lampshading Severin's uncanny ability to make friends with the most unlikely sorts. Of course, he doesn't pass up the chance to talk shit about Murat and the ambush at Milan. Louis' rescue is a Firefly reference. The Severin family must have a dedicated support network of guardian angels, for all the mortal peril they get into (and out of).
I also wanted to show that Dumas is uncomfortable having to balance his friendship with Lannes with his friendship/working relationship with Severin and their personal feud. And of course, a silly nickname for Lannes as well. Also, have I made Evelyn Severin terrifying enough yet? It doesn't feel like it.
A brief description of the Low Countries/Benelux because I didn't want to do an actual infodump, just imply that it happened.
Dumas lampshading Severin's uncanny ability to make friends with the most unlikely sorts. Of course, he doesn't pass up the chance to talk shit about Murat and the ambush at Milan. Louis' rescue is a Firefly reference. The Severin family must have a dedicated support network of guardian angels, for all the mortal peril they get into (and out of).
I also wanted to show that Dumas is uncomfortable having to balance his friendship with Lannes with his friendship/working relationship with Severin and their personal feud. And of course, a silly nickname for Lannes as well. Also, have I made Evelyn Severin terrifying enough yet? It doesn't feel like it.
A brief description of the Low Countries/Benelux because I didn't want to do an actual infodump, just imply that it happened.
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Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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Dumas and Severin friendship is now what I live for.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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Ah, I'm going to be honest. Everytime I see a Severin Omake in the Morning, I just know for a fact it's going to be a very good day.
+20 to the rolls for you sir.
Severin and anyone Friendship is what I live for my friend. Get on my level.
He's Literally a secondary protagonist at this point, behind Nappy, Therese and Brian.
More sheets and a spymaster! (Alexander Sturnn)
Name: Léo Garnier
Titles: Citizen of France, Major of the French Army, Colonel of the French Army
Age: 22
Height 5'9''
Hometown: Bordeux, France
Birthday: 16th February 1776
Nicknames:
Honors and Decorations: None
Beliefs: French Patriot, The Soldiers of France, Napoleonic
Republican Sentiments: 14 "Vive l'Revolucion and Vive l'France!"
Monarchist Sentiments: 10 "Marshal Murat is loyal to the Emperor and so am I!"
Alliés: Marshal Joachim Murat, Hugo Garnier
Enemies: None
Offices Held: Colonel of the French Army
Past Offices held: Captain of the Army of the Orient, Major of the Army of the Orient, Colonel of the VIII Corps
Battles Fought: Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Commanded: None
Battles Won: Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 14 "I am not a Commander like others are and I am still young, but France and Marshal Murat expect me to hold my own in battle and so I shall!"
Charisma: 12 "I have a youthful enthusiasm that can inspire my men at times."
Decorum: 10 "I am polite to most, but the finer arts of the Court elude me."
Stewardship: 19 "A good Artillery Officer knows how to keep his Cannons supplied."
Intelligence: 16 "Knowing the Terrain is quite helpful when planning your Bombardment."
Education: 15 "Gotta know Maths and the like to effectively command Artillery."
Subterfuge: 9 "I know how to fire a Cannon well, not how to snoop around."
SKILLS
Combat: 10: "I know I'm not the strongest, hence why I'm in the Artillery, away from hand-to-hand combat. I leave that to my Brother."
Oratory: 10 "I'm not a great Speaker, but I can give a pep-talk or two."
Command: 16 "My Artillery Crews are listening to me, at least."
Cavalry Command: 3 "How could I EVER compare myself to the great Marshal Murat in this field? He is the Master of the Cavalry and I can barely even ride."
Infantry Command: 8 "I thought about signing up for Infantry once, but it's not for me. Hugo is much better at it."
Artillery Command: 19 "The First Knight of France shall find no obstacles to blunt his charge. My Cannons shall smash them to pieces!"
Grand Strategy: 8 "I know far less about the wider Picture then about how to reduce an Enemy Stronghold to rubble."
Engineering: 18 "To set your Artillery up perfectly, sometimes you need to construct fortifications."
Logistics: 16 "If I want my Artillery to be effective, it needs to be well-supplied."
Manual Labor: 6 "...No. Just no. I'm far too scrawny."
Law: 12 "I doubt I would be good at court, but I know better then to break the Rules on a whim."
Administration: 17 "My Brother has little Talent for this, so that leaves me."
Traits:
Genius Artillerist: This Man knows how to tear bloody Holes into Enemy Ranks or reduce Fortresses to dust by using his Cannon efficiently.
-+15 to all Rolls involving Artillery, but -5 to all Rolls commanding Infantry or Cavalry.
Hero Worshiper - The First Knight: "Joachim Murat is the First Knight of France and one of the greatest Heroes of our People! I shall follow him to the ends of the Earth as he leads us to Victory!"
-+10 to all Battle-Rolls when Fighting under Murat's command, but -5 to all Rolls when not. This Character may be more loyal to his Hero then to France itself...
Titles: Citizen of France, Major of the French Army, Colonel of the French Army
Age: 22
Height 5'9''
Hometown: Bordeux, France
Birthday: 16th February 1776
Nicknames:
Honors and Decorations: None
Beliefs: French Patriot, The Soldiers of France, Napoleonic
Republican Sentiments: 14 "Vive l'Revolucion and Vive l'France!"
Monarchist Sentiments: 10 "Marshal Murat is loyal to the Emperor and so am I!"
Alliés: Marshal Joachim Murat, Hugo Garnier
Enemies: None
Offices Held: Colonel of the French Army
Past Offices held: Captain of the Army of the Orient, Major of the Army of the Orient, Colonel of the VIII Corps
Battles Fought: Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Commanded: None
Battles Won: Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 14 "I am not a Commander like others are and I am still young, but France and Marshal Murat expect me to hold my own in battle and so I shall!"
Charisma: 12 "I have a youthful enthusiasm that can inspire my men at times."
Decorum: 10 "I am polite to most, but the finer arts of the Court elude me."
Stewardship: 19 "A good Artillery Officer knows how to keep his Cannons supplied."
Intelligence: 16 "Knowing the Terrain is quite helpful when planning your Bombardment."
Education: 15 "Gotta know Maths and the like to effectively command Artillery."
Subterfuge: 9 "I know how to fire a Cannon well, not how to snoop around."
SKILLS
Combat: 10: "I know I'm not the strongest, hence why I'm in the Artillery, away from hand-to-hand combat. I leave that to my Brother."
Oratory: 10 "I'm not a great Speaker, but I can give a pep-talk or two."
Command: 16 "My Artillery Crews are listening to me, at least."
Cavalry Command: 3 "How could I EVER compare myself to the great Marshal Murat in this field? He is the Master of the Cavalry and I can barely even ride."
Infantry Command: 8 "I thought about signing up for Infantry once, but it's not for me. Hugo is much better at it."
Artillery Command: 19 "The First Knight of France shall find no obstacles to blunt his charge. My Cannons shall smash them to pieces!"
Grand Strategy: 8 "I know far less about the wider Picture then about how to reduce an Enemy Stronghold to rubble."
Engineering: 18 "To set your Artillery up perfectly, sometimes you need to construct fortifications."
Logistics: 16 "If I want my Artillery to be effective, it needs to be well-supplied."
Manual Labor: 6 "...No. Just no. I'm far too scrawny."
Law: 12 "I doubt I would be good at court, but I know better then to break the Rules on a whim."
Administration: 17 "My Brother has little Talent for this, so that leaves me."
Traits:
Genius Artillerist: This Man knows how to tear bloody Holes into Enemy Ranks or reduce Fortresses to dust by using his Cannon efficiently.
-+15 to all Rolls involving Artillery, but -5 to all Rolls commanding Infantry or Cavalry.
Hero Worshiper - The First Knight: "Joachim Murat is the First Knight of France and one of the greatest Heroes of our People! I shall follow him to the ends of the Earth as he leads us to Victory!"
-+10 to all Battle-Rolls when Fighting under Murat's command, but -5 to all Rolls when not. This Character may be more loyal to his Hero then to France itself...
Name: Hugo Garnier
Titles: Citizen of France, Colonel of the French Army
Age: 30
Height 6'5''
Hometown: Bordeaux, France
Birthday: 30th August 1767
Nicknames:
Honors and Decorations: None
Beliefs: French Patriot, The Soldiers of France, Republicanism
Republican Sentiments: 9 "While not as enthusiastically as my little Brother, I too believe in the Ideals of the Revolution and the Republic."
Monarchist Sentiments: 0 "I'm not the greatest supporter of the Emperor and Empress, but if nothing else, they keep France stable and have not betrayed the Spirit of the Revolution...yet."
Alliés: Léo Garnier, General Jean-Baptiste Bessières
Enemies: None
Offices Held: Colonel of the French Army
Past Offices held: Major of the Army of the Orient, Colonel of the Army of the Orient
Battles Fought: Battle of Valmy, Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Commanded: None
Battles Won: Battle of Valmy, Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 18 "I know my way on the Battlefield."
Charisma: 15 "I'm not the worst when it comes to motivating my Troops."
Decorum: 10 "I know the Basics, but I'm not cut out for life at court."
Stewardship: 14 "I overall know how to manage things."
Intelligence: 12 "I know how to gather Information and use it to plan ahead...somewhat..."
Education: 12 "I am not as well learned as my little brother, sadly."
Subterfuge: 11: "I know how to spot basic Ploys, but I am no Mastermind."
SKILLS
Combat: 20: "Come at me, you Bastards!!"
Oratory: 12 "I know how to fire my Soldiers up before a Battle, if nothing else."
Command: 14 "A loud voice and clear and simple orders will see them obeyed."
Cavalry Command: 4 "I have no mind for Horses. I leave that to Bessierés and the Marshal. At least Murat is good for that..."
Infantry Command: 19 "My Men and I will hold the Line and shatter the Enemy!"
Artillery Command: 6 "Bah...leave this to my Brother. It's what he's good at."
Grand Strategy: 13 "I can plan ahead a little bit, at least."
Engineering: 5 "Again, this is more for my Brother then me."
Logistics: 10 "I know that undersupplied men don't fight well. But beyond that..."
Manual Labor: 18 "I may not know how to do elaborate constructions, but if you want a trench dug, I can help with that!"
Law: 8 "Sometimes, Rules have to be ignored to get the Job done."
Administration: 7 "For the love of...LÉO! COULD YOU HELP ME WITH THAT?!"
Traits:
Flexible Infantry Commander: This man is accustomed to both attack and defense with infantry.
-Gains +5 when attacking or defending with infantry.
A Promise of Protection - Little Brother: "Father made me promise to make sure that my little Brother Léo doesn't get himself killed. Easier said then done at times...but I'll do all I can."
-+10 to all Rolls when fighting in the same Battle as the Person this Character swore to protect. A Permanent Debuff of -10 to all Rolls if the Person this Character is sworn to protect dies.
Titles: Citizen of France, Colonel of the French Army
Age: 30
Height 6'5''
Hometown: Bordeaux, France
Birthday: 30th August 1767
Nicknames:
Honors and Decorations: None
Beliefs: French Patriot, The Soldiers of France, Republicanism
Republican Sentiments: 9 "While not as enthusiastically as my little Brother, I too believe in the Ideals of the Revolution and the Republic."
Monarchist Sentiments: 0 "I'm not the greatest supporter of the Emperor and Empress, but if nothing else, they keep France stable and have not betrayed the Spirit of the Revolution...yet."
Alliés: Léo Garnier, General Jean-Baptiste Bessières
Enemies: None
Offices Held: Colonel of the French Army
Past Offices held: Major of the Army of the Orient, Colonel of the Army of the Orient
Battles Fought: Battle of Valmy, Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Commanded: None
Battles Won: Battle of Valmy, Battle of Mainz, Battle of Palermo, Battle of Marengo
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 18 "I know my way on the Battlefield."
Charisma: 15 "I'm not the worst when it comes to motivating my Troops."
Decorum: 10 "I know the Basics, but I'm not cut out for life at court."
Stewardship: 14 "I overall know how to manage things."
Intelligence: 12 "I know how to gather Information and use it to plan ahead...somewhat..."
Education: 12 "I am not as well learned as my little brother, sadly."
Subterfuge: 11: "I know how to spot basic Ploys, but I am no Mastermind."
SKILLS
Combat: 20: "Come at me, you Bastards!!"
Oratory: 12 "I know how to fire my Soldiers up before a Battle, if nothing else."
Command: 14 "A loud voice and clear and simple orders will see them obeyed."
Cavalry Command: 4 "I have no mind for Horses. I leave that to Bessierés and the Marshal. At least Murat is good for that..."
Infantry Command: 19 "My Men and I will hold the Line and shatter the Enemy!"
Artillery Command: 6 "Bah...leave this to my Brother. It's what he's good at."
Grand Strategy: 13 "I can plan ahead a little bit, at least."
Engineering: 5 "Again, this is more for my Brother then me."
Logistics: 10 "I know that undersupplied men don't fight well. But beyond that..."
Manual Labor: 18 "I may not know how to do elaborate constructions, but if you want a trench dug, I can help with that!"
Law: 8 "Sometimes, Rules have to be ignored to get the Job done."
Administration: 7 "For the love of...LÉO! COULD YOU HELP ME WITH THAT?!"
Traits:
Flexible Infantry Commander: This man is accustomed to both attack and defense with infantry.
-Gains +5 when attacking or defending with infantry.
A Promise of Protection - Little Brother: "Father made me promise to make sure that my little Brother Léo doesn't get himself killed. Easier said then done at times...but I'll do all I can."
-+10 to all Rolls when fighting in the same Battle as the Person this Character swore to protect. A Permanent Debuff of -10 to all Rolls if the Person this Character is sworn to protect dies.
Name: Pierre Ducos
Titles: Citizen of France
Age: 30
Height 6'5''
Hometown: Paris, France
Birthday: 9th Janury 1767
Nicknames:
Honors and Decorations: None
Beliefs: French Patriot, Ideals of the Revolution,Robespierre
Republican Sentiments: 9 "Robespierre could have been the greatest Hero France has ever known...but he has disappointed me. Still, the Ideals he once stood for must and WILL live on..."
Monarchist Sentiments: -4 "I trust neither the Empress nor the Emperor...but I will serve them as long as they serve the Revolution."
Alliés: Joseph Fouché (Mentor)
Enemies: None
Offices Held: None (officially), Secret Agent in Service of France
Past Offices held: None
Battles Fought: None
Battles Commanded: None
Battles Won: None
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 6 "I am a Spy, not a Commander."
Charisma: 20 "I can convince an Enemy to switch Sides and an Enemy Spy to spill his Secrets, all without using a singe device of Torture."
Decorum: 18 "A Man like me must know how to handle himself at Court."
Stewardship: 14 "I know my way around in this Field."
Intelligence: 22 "What kind of Spy doesn't know how to gather Information?"
Education: 19 "I consider myself to be quite educated and well-read, yes. I also speak multiple languages fluently."
Subterfuge: 25 [+RR]: "There is a Reason why I am considered to be Fouchés greatest Student."
SKILLS
Combat: 1 "I simply ABHOR unnecessary violence...and I am no good at fighting anyways."
Oratory: 20 "I speak and People listen."
Command: 5 "Soldiers do not respect me. That is fine, I hold little Regard for them beyond their usefulness as Pawns in my Plans as well."
Cavalry, Infantry and Artillery Command: 1 "My Talents are not to command Soldiers. I leave that to others."
Grand Strategy: 10 "I can read the Strategic Situation well enough to see how they affect my Plans, but I am not a qualified Advisor on this Topic."
Engineering: 5 "...No."
Logistics: 10 "I can get the Supplies necessary for me and my Spies, but not for an Army."
Manual Labor: 1 "Again, NO."
Law: 22 "As much as I have to bend, twist and break the Law in my Profession at times, I know it well enough to get away with everything I do."
Administration: 18 "I know how to organize and handle the Reports, Papers and Documents necessary for my Work very efficiently."
Traits:
Spymaster: This Man lives for the Chance to cheat, steal, sabotage and murder...legally, for Profit and in Service of the Revolution.
-+10 to all Rolls having to do with Spywork of any kind.
The Revolution above all: This Man is loyal to the Revolution and it's Ideals above all else. He still uses the Revolutionary Calendar, he was a loyal Supporter of Robespierre before he truly fell from Grace and while he will serve the Emperor, he will never forget where his true Loyalty lies.
-For this Man, the Ideals of the Revolution are the only thing he is truly loyal to. Monarchist Sentiment can never rise over -1, Republican Sentiment can never fall below 5. His Loyalty to the current Rulers of France depends entirely on their willingness to support the Revolution. Should they stray from the Path of it, so will this Man stray from his Loyalty to them...
Titles: Citizen of France
Age: 30
Height 6'5''
Hometown: Paris, France
Birthday: 9th Janury 1767
Nicknames:
Honors and Decorations: None
Beliefs: French Patriot, Ideals of the Revolution,
Republican Sentiments: 9 "Robespierre could have been the greatest Hero France has ever known...but he has disappointed me. Still, the Ideals he once stood for must and WILL live on..."
Monarchist Sentiments: -4 "I trust neither the Empress nor the Emperor...but I will serve them as long as they serve the Revolution."
Alliés: Joseph Fouché (Mentor)
Enemies: None
Offices Held: None (officially), Secret Agent in Service of France
Past Offices held: None
Battles Fought: None
Battles Commanded: None
Battles Won: None
Battles Lost: None
Campaigns Led: None
STATS
Military: 6 "I am a Spy, not a Commander."
Charisma: 20 "I can convince an Enemy to switch Sides and an Enemy Spy to spill his Secrets, all without using a singe device of Torture."
Decorum: 18 "A Man like me must know how to handle himself at Court."
Stewardship: 14 "I know my way around in this Field."
Intelligence: 22 "What kind of Spy doesn't know how to gather Information?"
Education: 19 "I consider myself to be quite educated and well-read, yes. I also speak multiple languages fluently."
Subterfuge: 25 [+RR]: "There is a Reason why I am considered to be Fouchés greatest Student."
SKILLS
Combat: 1 "I simply ABHOR unnecessary violence...and I am no good at fighting anyways."
Oratory: 20 "I speak and People listen."
Command: 5 "Soldiers do not respect me. That is fine, I hold little Regard for them beyond their usefulness as Pawns in my Plans as well."
Cavalry, Infantry and Artillery Command: 1 "My Talents are not to command Soldiers. I leave that to others."
Grand Strategy: 10 "I can read the Strategic Situation well enough to see how they affect my Plans, but I am not a qualified Advisor on this Topic."
Engineering: 5 "...No."
Logistics: 10 "I can get the Supplies necessary for me and my Spies, but not for an Army."
Manual Labor: 1 "Again, NO."
Law: 22 "As much as I have to bend, twist and break the Law in my Profession at times, I know it well enough to get away with everything I do."
Administration: 18 "I know how to organize and handle the Reports, Papers and Documents necessary for my Work very efficiently."
Traits:
Spymaster: This Man lives for the Chance to cheat, steal, sabotage and murder...legally, for Profit and in Service of the Revolution.
-+10 to all Rolls having to do with Spywork of any kind.
The Revolution above all: This Man is loyal to the Revolution and it's Ideals above all else. He still uses the Revolutionary Calendar, he was a loyal Supporter of Robespierre before he truly fell from Grace and while he will serve the Emperor, he will never forget where his true Loyalty lies.
-For this Man, the Ideals of the Revolution are the only thing he is truly loyal to. Monarchist Sentiment can never rise over -1, Republican Sentiment can never fall below 5. His Loyalty to the current Rulers of France depends entirely on their willingness to support the Revolution. Should they stray from the Path of it, so will this Man stray from his Loyalty to them...
A.N.: @Magoose, here are three more Character Sheets. Two for Officers serving under Murat and one for the second-best Villain of the Sharpe-Series: Spymaster Pierre Ducos.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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Wait… hero worshiper trait?
Why didn't I think of that!
+60 to the rolls.
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Well, I'm glad I gave you and Idea with this.
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Did the winged Hussars arrive?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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More like they chose not to fight until some demands were made.
Doubtful
Don't worry, we get it.
Yes, we can. But I will still oppose any try of doing a Trianon over a hundred years early. Rather, I see this as a great Chance to permanently remove Austria as an Enemy...through careful Diplomacy that may ingratiate them to us.
How is the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth doing if it still exists?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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in a state of nonexistance, though in this case, the Poles are trying to get the austrians to "Let my people go!"
An Offer He Can't Refuse (AvidFicReader)
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An Offer He Can't Refuse
Marshal Denis Martin Severin strolled through the interior of Tuileries Palace, humming slightly as he went. The had been no altercation with the Imperial Guard Gendarmes this time, and he had remembered to only bring a minimum of weapons. That first dressing down had been enough of a reminder for him. Still, military aides, palace servants and the occasional courtier have him strange looks as he passed. Perhaps they were unused to seeing a plainly-uniformed officer walking the halls of power unescorted? Or perhaps the sight of a peace-tied weapon in the palace, regardless of it being a marshal's baton? Regardless, Severin adjusts his grasp on the cloth sling bearing his precious cargo before marching on towards his destination.
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"Hey there, little fella! Look who's here!"
Severin sweeps into the room, a tempest of vigor and enthusiasm, mirrored by the children he was visiting.
"Unca Sevy! Mama just byebye! Yaaaa!"
"Yaaa! Mama byebye Sevy!"
A maid temporarily watching over the Imperial twins hastily explained the situation.
"Lord Marshal, the Empress left just a few minutes ago to attend to business in the city, an investment meeting of some sort. Before she departed, she left a list of instructions for their care, and I was instructed to hand them to you. And confirm their receipt."
"All right. Orders received." Glancing over the list, Severin spots the provision for Roland to be given to his father, or failing that, to his godfather to be looked after. Alexandre was to remain in Severin's care, having cleared his afternoon specifically to watch his godson. "Very well, I have my orders, you may return to your duties, I'll not keep you. And there's no need for stuffy formality with me, mademoiselle, I'm just Severin to you."
"As you, wish Lor- ahem, Monsieur Severin. If you will excuse me, I'll just go."
The maid promptly flees the room
"I- eh, good enough." Calling after her, Severin shouts, "Have a good day, young mademoiselle, try not to work too hard! Huh, I guess she's enthusiastic about her work?"
As the bundle under his arm begins to wriggle, Severin refocuses his attention.
"Okay little one! Up you go! Here, put my hat on, no one will see you coming."
"Yaa! Hat-hat!"
"Sandy get hat? Want hat!"
"Papa, I be hush-hush still?"
"It's fine Jeanne, you can poke your head out. We just have to take Rolly to Nappy or Lansy before we can play."
"Ya, play!"
"Nappy? Lansy? Wanna Lansy!"
"Well, looks like you're going to Lansy, Rolly. Nappy seems like he's in a big meeting right now."
"Lansy!"
"Rolly wanna Lansy!"
"Papa, papa! Rolly 'n Sandy wanna see Lansy!"
"All right, children, we're off to see Lansy."
The staff and visitors to Tuileries Palace were treated to an unusual sight that afternoon. A plainly-uniformed officer bearing a marshal's baton wearing a bulging cloth sling, his hat moving independently of his head, while carrying one of the imperial princes, poking his head into each room as he marched down the halls.
"Finally! There you are Lansy! Here, fulfil your godfatherly duties and look after Rolly, would you? Nappy's busy with some big meeting or other, so keep him entertained before you end up watching birds across the Rhine, would ya?"
Immediately foisting Roland onto his godfather, Severin begins his orderly withdrawal to the room's door.
"Severin, what the he-"
"Watch your language around children, Lansy! Wouldn't want those impressionable minds learning such profanity, would ya? What would Therese and Nappy think?"
"Lansy!"
"Nappy!"
"Teri!"
"Mama!"
"See, they already recognize names! Lord above knows what else such young minds could pick up from a careless word."
Lannes face is aghast with horror.
"Me? What have you been teaching them?! Such disrespectful form of address for me and their parents! What have you done?"
"Not seeing a problem here, Lansy? Well, here's Rolly. Therese should be back in an hour or two. Don't forget to change him if he sh- soils himself. I'm off. Toodles!"
"Severin, get back here you infuriating buffoon! If I had my pistol I'd shoot you!"
"Lansy shoo' Unca Sevy?"
"Severin!"
Making his escape, Severin double-times it to a certain room he knows is a favorite of a certain marshal and his subordinates.
"Hey Nick! Hey Karl! Soulty! Nick's Leclerc! Hey Gene! Long time no see!"
"Denis, what is going on? And why is your hat moving?"
"Oh, I'm looking after Alexandre today! Say hi to Nick, Sandy!"
"Hi Nick! I Sandy!"
"Don't tell me you kidnapped the crown prince, Denis."
"Relax, I'm his godfather. Besides, Therese knew I'd be taking him today. Left orders and everything with a maid when she had to leave early. Oh, meet my daughter, Jeanne. Brought her for a playdate."
"Hi Nick! Hi Karl! Hi Salty! Hi Clark! Hi Gene! Papa brought me to play with Sandy!"
"Dear Lord, there's another one. Hello Jeanne. Denis. Why did you bring your infant daughter to the Imperial Palace and Army Headquarters?"
"Well, my lovely wife was rather stressed from pregnancy, so I suggested she go target shooting with Louis and Charlie. She might even get to go on a hunt. She hasn't killed anything since December, so she's been rather pent up."
"The two of you are made for each other, I see."
"Kind of you to say so, Nick! Who knows, maybe the love of your life is closer than you think!"
"I doubt it. We should get back to our session."
"Right, don't mind us, I'll just be playing with the children."
"Marshal Severin, do you have to do that here? The noise of playing children will be distracting."
"Well, Soulty, if you can't handle the sounds of two energetic children, then how will you handle the noise and distraction of a battlefield? You were a sergeant, I'm sure you can manage. In fact, think of it like training! I'll be sure to be extra loud and distracting, so you can practice making decisions and issuing orders under pressure!"
"Sir! Marshal Davout! I must protest!"
"Proceed, Denis. Charles, let's continue."
"Aye, sir!"
"Raagh! I'm gonna eat you up!"
Hiding under the hat, Alexandre proclaims invisibility.
"Unca Sevy no see! Hat is hat!"
"I gonna fight the papa monster! Yaaah!" Jeanne throws a beanbag that hits Severin in the face, who proceeds to fall and roll on the floor emitting various silly death noises.
"Oh, I am slain! Gurk gack blugh bleh!"
"Ah, Severin's normal, all fucked up."
"Le gasp! Nick! Language!"
Marshal Denis Martin Severin strolled through the interior of Tuileries Palace, humming slightly as he went. The had been no altercation with the Imperial Guard Gendarmes this time, and he had remembered to only bring a minimum of weapons. That first dressing down had been enough of a reminder for him. Still, military aides, palace servants and the occasional courtier have him strange looks as he passed. Perhaps they were unused to seeing a plainly-uniformed officer walking the halls of power unescorted? Or perhaps the sight of a peace-tied weapon in the palace, regardless of it being a marshal's baton? Regardless, Severin adjusts his grasp on the cloth sling bearing his precious cargo before marching on towards his destination.
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"Hey there, little fella! Look who's here!"
Severin sweeps into the room, a tempest of vigor and enthusiasm, mirrored by the children he was visiting.
"Unca Sevy! Mama just byebye! Yaaaa!"
"Yaaa! Mama byebye Sevy!"
A maid temporarily watching over the Imperial twins hastily explained the situation.
"Lord Marshal, the Empress left just a few minutes ago to attend to business in the city, an investment meeting of some sort. Before she departed, she left a list of instructions for their care, and I was instructed to hand them to you. And confirm their receipt."
"All right. Orders received." Glancing over the list, Severin spots the provision for Roland to be given to his father, or failing that, to his godfather to be looked after. Alexandre was to remain in Severin's care, having cleared his afternoon specifically to watch his godson. "Very well, I have my orders, you may return to your duties, I'll not keep you. And there's no need for stuffy formality with me, mademoiselle, I'm just Severin to you."
"As you, wish Lor- ahem, Monsieur Severin. If you will excuse me, I'll just go."
The maid promptly flees the room
"I- eh, good enough." Calling after her, Severin shouts, "Have a good day, young mademoiselle, try not to work too hard! Huh, I guess she's enthusiastic about her work?"
As the bundle under his arm begins to wriggle, Severin refocuses his attention.
"Okay little one! Up you go! Here, put my hat on, no one will see you coming."
"Yaa! Hat-hat!"
"Sandy get hat? Want hat!"
"Papa, I be hush-hush still?"
"It's fine Jeanne, you can poke your head out. We just have to take Rolly to Nappy or Lansy before we can play."
"Ya, play!"
"Nappy? Lansy? Wanna Lansy!"
"Well, looks like you're going to Lansy, Rolly. Nappy seems like he's in a big meeting right now."
"Lansy!"
"Rolly wanna Lansy!"
"Papa, papa! Rolly 'n Sandy wanna see Lansy!"
"All right, children, we're off to see Lansy."
The staff and visitors to Tuileries Palace were treated to an unusual sight that afternoon. A plainly-uniformed officer bearing a marshal's baton wearing a bulging cloth sling, his hat moving independently of his head, while carrying one of the imperial princes, poking his head into each room as he marched down the halls.
"Finally! There you are Lansy! Here, fulfil your godfatherly duties and look after Rolly, would you? Nappy's busy with some big meeting or other, so keep him entertained before you end up watching birds across the Rhine, would ya?"
Immediately foisting Roland onto his godfather, Severin begins his orderly withdrawal to the room's door.
"Severin, what the he-"
"Watch your language around children, Lansy! Wouldn't want those impressionable minds learning such profanity, would ya? What would Therese and Nappy think?"
"Lansy!"
"Nappy!"
"Teri!"
"Mama!"
"See, they already recognize names! Lord above knows what else such young minds could pick up from a careless word."
Lannes face is aghast with horror.
"Me? What have you been teaching them?! Such disrespectful form of address for me and their parents! What have you done?"
"Not seeing a problem here, Lansy? Well, here's Rolly. Therese should be back in an hour or two. Don't forget to change him if he sh- soils himself. I'm off. Toodles!"
"Severin, get back here you infuriating buffoon! If I had my pistol I'd shoot you!"
"Lansy shoo' Unca Sevy?"
"Severin!"
Making his escape, Severin double-times it to a certain room he knows is a favorite of a certain marshal and his subordinates.
"Hey Nick! Hey Karl! Soulty! Nick's Leclerc! Hey Gene! Long time no see!"
"Denis, what is going on? And why is your hat moving?"
"Oh, I'm looking after Alexandre today! Say hi to Nick, Sandy!"
"Hi Nick! I Sandy!"
"Don't tell me you kidnapped the crown prince, Denis."
"Relax, I'm his godfather. Besides, Therese knew I'd be taking him today. Left orders and everything with a maid when she had to leave early. Oh, meet my daughter, Jeanne. Brought her for a playdate."
"Hi Nick! Hi Karl! Hi Salty! Hi Clark! Hi Gene! Papa brought me to play with Sandy!"
"Dear Lord, there's another one. Hello Jeanne. Denis. Why did you bring your infant daughter to the Imperial Palace and Army Headquarters?"
"Well, my lovely wife was rather stressed from pregnancy, so I suggested she go target shooting with Louis and Charlie. She might even get to go on a hunt. She hasn't killed anything since December, so she's been rather pent up."
"The two of you are made for each other, I see."
"Kind of you to say so, Nick! Who knows, maybe the love of your life is closer than you think!"
"I doubt it. We should get back to our session."
"Right, don't mind us, I'll just be playing with the children."
"Marshal Severin, do you have to do that here? The noise of playing children will be distracting."
"Well, Soulty, if you can't handle the sounds of two energetic children, then how will you handle the noise and distraction of a battlefield? You were a sergeant, I'm sure you can manage. In fact, think of it like training! I'll be sure to be extra loud and distracting, so you can practice making decisions and issuing orders under pressure!"
"Sir! Marshal Davout! I must protest!"
"Proceed, Denis. Charles, let's continue."
"Aye, sir!"
"Raagh! I'm gonna eat you up!"
Hiding under the hat, Alexandre proclaims invisibility.
"Unca Sevy no see! Hat is hat!"
"I gonna fight the papa monster! Yaaah!" Jeanne throws a beanbag that hits Severin in the face, who proceeds to fall and roll on the floor emitting various silly death noises.
"Oh, I am slain! Gurk gack blugh bleh!"
"Ah, Severin's normal, all fucked up."
"Le gasp! Nick! Language!"
Severin being Severin, the omake. I was going to make the ax head for his baton removable, but that would weaken it as a weapon and make things more complicated in universe, then I remembered peace-tying was a thing. It's when you tie string or cordage around a sheathed weapon in such a way that it is slow, difficult and obvious to draw, and a way for officers to keep their weapons while at meeting under truce, ceasefire or negotiating peace. Much simpler this way.
Is the maid embarrassed? Is she terrified of interacting with a social superior (even if he doesn't treat it that way)? Is she a workaholic? Does she have a crush? I'll leave it to you readers to judge why the maid was so quick to leave. Severin doesn't know.
Didn't you know, it's bring your daughter to army headquarters day? Yes, Severin "smuggled" his daughter into Tuileries Palace for a playdate. The Imperial Guard Gendarmes were amused. She told them it's a secret. Jeanne Therese takes after her father when it comes to subterfuge, I suppose. To be fair, she's like 18 months, or something. Deffo under two.
Corrupting the youth with silly nicknames? For shame, Severin! Wait, he has no shame. Whoops! Imagine the sight of a Marshal of France on babysitting duty, with the 18th century equivalent of a baby carrier.
A vulgar German pun I learned from this video.
Severin being an ass to Lannes without swearing and trying to trip him up. Severin is good with kids, yo. There's nothing like your rival/enemy screaming your name in impotent rage, amirite?
Nick is Louis-Nicholas Davout, Karl is Louis Charles Antoine Desaix, Soulty (pronounced salty, because he's an inferior version of Severin) is Jean-de-Dieu Soult. Nick's Leclerc is Lucien Leclerc, distant cousin of Charles Victorie Emmanuel Leclerc (coincidentally, Davout was happily married to the latter Leclerc's sister Louise Aimée Julie Leclerc from 1801 OTL. Gene is Reynaud Eugene Estienne, goes by Eugene. As funny as it would be for Severin to call him REE, Gene makes more sense. Desaix and Soult are Davout's infantry division commanders, Leclerc is his cavalry brigade commander, and Estienne is his artillery detachment commander.
And yes, the title is a Godfather reference that applies to Severin dumping Roland on Lannes, and Severin imposing on Davout and his officers.
Severin is this timeline's origin of the term SNAFU (situation normal, all f*cked up). And once again, the irony of Severin calling others out on their language amuses me.
Is the maid embarrassed? Is she terrified of interacting with a social superior (even if he doesn't treat it that way)? Is she a workaholic? Does she have a crush? I'll leave it to you readers to judge why the maid was so quick to leave. Severin doesn't know.
Didn't you know, it's bring your daughter to army headquarters day? Yes, Severin "smuggled" his daughter into Tuileries Palace for a playdate. The Imperial Guard Gendarmes were amused. She told them it's a secret. Jeanne Therese takes after her father when it comes to subterfuge, I suppose. To be fair, she's like 18 months, or something. Deffo under two.
Corrupting the youth with silly nicknames? For shame, Severin! Wait, he has no shame. Whoops! Imagine the sight of a Marshal of France on babysitting duty, with the 18th century equivalent of a baby carrier.
A vulgar German pun I learned from this video.
Severin being an ass to Lannes without swearing and trying to trip him up. Severin is good with kids, yo. There's nothing like your rival/enemy screaming your name in impotent rage, amirite?
Nick is Louis-Nicholas Davout, Karl is Louis Charles Antoine Desaix, Soulty (pronounced salty, because he's an inferior version of Severin) is Jean-de-Dieu Soult. Nick's Leclerc is Lucien Leclerc, distant cousin of Charles Victorie Emmanuel Leclerc (coincidentally, Davout was happily married to the latter Leclerc's sister Louise Aimée Julie Leclerc from 1801 OTL. Gene is Reynaud Eugene Estienne, goes by Eugene. As funny as it would be for Severin to call him REE, Gene makes more sense. Desaix and Soult are Davout's infantry division commanders, Leclerc is his cavalry brigade commander, and Estienne is his artillery detachment commander.
And yes, the title is a Godfather reference that applies to Severin dumping Roland on Lannes, and Severin imposing on Davout and his officers.
Severin is this timeline's origin of the term SNAFU (situation normal, all f*cked up). And once again, the irony of Severin calling others out on their language amuses me.
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As a side note, Oversimplified just released their newest video. We we're all disappointed when Canada failed to break away from the British Empire, yet apparently there's going to be plenty more chances for America to mess with them and draw them into yet more conflict.
View: https://youtu.be/QLq6GEiHqR8
Oversimplified has outdone themselves yet again.
View: https://youtu.be/QLq6GEiHqR8
Oversimplified has outdone themselves yet again.
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