I really hope we get on the Battlefield from time to time again, though. The battles were part of the fun for the Quest and I'd hate to lose that forever.
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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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Therese already has a Great General accomplishment, and will probably have to go back to that role in future wars.
But Napoleon is up to win this one by himself, and what France now needs is somebody to build her up and prepare to win those future wars. Therese is by far the best prepared for it.
And the fundamental chauvinisim of the world will make our enemies dismiss her as simply having been put in her domestic and motherly role by her husband, not realizing how much more dangerous our work in the back will be for them.
Therese already has a Great General accomplishment, and will probably have to go back to that role in future wars.
But Napoleon is up to win this one by himself, and what France now needs is somebody to build her up and prepare to win those future wars. Therese is by far the best prepared for it.
And the fundamental chauvinisim of the world will make our enemies dismiss her as simply having been put in her domestic and motherly role by her husband, not realizing how much more dangerous our work in the back will be for them.
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do not mind becoming empress industry or what ever. sure we are not great at court life things but seeing we are the empress who is going to say no.
all the this we do not know about ruling or other this we could refine some of them now
do not mind becoming empress industry or what ever. sure we are not great at court life things but seeing we are the empress who is going to say no.
all the this we do not know about ruling or other this we could refine some of them now
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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The Empress of Industry is a title I'd love for Therese to get .
The Empress of Industry is a title I'd love for Therese to get .
Wait until we invade Britain and accomplish our endgame: london delenda est
We are definitely leading the charge on that one with the traits and accomplishments in amphibious warfare we have.
I imagine this war will be a long one, and once
we vitalize and stabilize the industry, I think we can come back to the front to fight the good fight.
This also gives us an oppurtunity to really shore up our stats, which will be all the more helpful when we finally go on campaign, probably in the war after this one depending how it goes. The latest i see us getting deployed would be the fifth coalition.
Yes and no. Our enemies right now fear the Empress' Own, and while i do think that reputation will diminish after Napoleon recreates Austerlitz with the Russians and Prussians, it will still be present
Yes, if we do well i see many logistic, industry, and rulership traits for Therese.
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I'm in the middle of binge reading this quest, and just wanna say that with Americans' involvment this war starts to feel less like an average european conflict, and more like prelude to a world war
To be fair, the Americans aren't really taking active part in the War, they are more...um, tangentially involved due to their beef with Great Britain.
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Similar to how the War of 1812 was merely tangentially related to the Napoleonic Wars, the Anglo-American conflict is only distantly related to the goings on in Europe.
Wat it's ending now
Magoose
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This thread. Yes
Oh a sequel
Magoose
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Eventually.
I'm going to try and put the gang back together and bring some new faces along for the ride
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As I have stated before, this Quest is my top favorite. And now it's just gonna end for good so suddenly?
It just feels like a massive cop-out to quit now, so shortly after starting again and before the next war. I was hoping we would at least get to see that.
I am sorry, @Magoose, but this hurts. It really hurts. Especially since your Sequels tend to get dropped very quickly despite having such great and awesome premises, so I'm not sure how much I even have to look forward to. If anything at all.
...I'm sorry. I was being way too harsh to you right there. You deserve better then me whining like this. I apologize.
I'll try to get a grip on my disappointment. And see how good the Finale is gonna be. I do believe you when you say that I'm gonna like it.
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Was fun while it lasted. Gl on the sequel.
Well, No. Update needs to happen first. If it ends now, we dont get that update!
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IndeedWell, No. Update needs to happen first. If it ends now, we dont get that update!
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That's How It Is For A Soldier
Matteo Anselme Severin was an old soldier. Not quite as old as one of his former fellow soldats of Regiment Touraine, but still, as a man going on sixty-seven, he was unavoidably slowing down. The pensive mood and the looming specter of war stirred old memories of the death and slaughter he witnessed and participated in Hanover and Saxony during the Seven Years' War. The rattle-snap of musketry, the thunder of hoofbeats, the roar of cannon, the screams of the wounded and dying echoed in his ears. The frustration and panic that came from watching an entire army fall into rout from the Prussian cavalry at Rossbach after a week of dithering and indecisiveness. The grueling fighting at Krefeld, the stubborn stand in the woods in the face of Brunswicker grenadiers only for the marshal to concede the field before the army had the chance to avenge itself. While men fell around him from the long hours of combat, the recoil of his musket beating his shoulder into an insensate mass of bruised flesh; the brief hope of reinforcements, dashed as those brave Carabiniers hurled themselves into the Hanoverians, reignited with the arrival of the infantry reserve, only to finally be shattered with the call for retreat. Watching on the sidelines with envious anticipation as the army won victory at Lutterberg. The horror and dread as British Regulars shattered the elite cavalry of France, only to nearly be overrun by four battalions of Hanoverians in the Malbergen farmstead. The bitter fighting could have been contested, but being flanked by Hanoverian cavalry put paid to any resistance. The struggle to carry Old Man Thurel from the field and trying to reorganize routing soldats under fire and under threat of being trampled by cavalry. The holding action on the Diemel that came to naught at the hands of the British artillery. The relative inaction as the battle was lost elsewhere at Vellinghausen. The confused early morning fighting at Wilhelmsthal that led to a rapid retreat.
Shaking his head to chase off the bitter memories, Matteo began humming a tune he had once heard long ago from one of his men.
"How did that song go? ~Sixteen years old when I went to the war, To fight for a land fit for heroes. God on my side, a gun in my hand, Chasing my days down to zero.~"
Coughing once more to clear his throat, Matteo mused to himself.
"It's not my story, but it fits well enough for a great many soldats. ~And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died, And I never did get any older, But I knew at the time, that a year in the line, Was a long enough life for a soldier.~"
Choking back tears, Matteo whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, Jean Michel, I'm sorry I couldn't bring you home, little brother. My greatest regret of the war was having to leave you to rot in some mass grave in Hanover. Maybe one of these days, I can tell my children about the uncle they never got to meet.
Matteo Anselme Severin was an old soldier. Not quite as old as one of his former fellow soldats of Regiment Touraine, but still, as a man going on sixty-seven, he was unavoidably slowing down. The pensive mood and the looming specter of war stirred old memories of the death and slaughter he witnessed and participated in Hanover and Saxony during the Seven Years' War. The rattle-snap of musketry, the thunder of hoofbeats, the roar of cannon, the screams of the wounded and dying echoed in his ears. The frustration and panic that came from watching an entire army fall into rout from the Prussian cavalry at Rossbach after a week of dithering and indecisiveness. The grueling fighting at Krefeld, the stubborn stand in the woods in the face of Brunswicker grenadiers only for the marshal to concede the field before the army had the chance to avenge itself. While men fell around him from the long hours of combat, the recoil of his musket beating his shoulder into an insensate mass of bruised flesh; the brief hope of reinforcements, dashed as those brave Carabiniers hurled themselves into the Hanoverians, reignited with the arrival of the infantry reserve, only to finally be shattered with the call for retreat. Watching on the sidelines with envious anticipation as the army won victory at Lutterberg. The horror and dread as British Regulars shattered the elite cavalry of France, only to nearly be overrun by four battalions of Hanoverians in the Malbergen farmstead. The bitter fighting could have been contested, but being flanked by Hanoverian cavalry put paid to any resistance. The struggle to carry Old Man Thurel from the field and trying to reorganize routing soldats under fire and under threat of being trampled by cavalry. The holding action on the Diemel that came to naught at the hands of the British artillery. The relative inaction as the battle was lost elsewhere at Vellinghausen. The confused early morning fighting at Wilhelmsthal that led to a rapid retreat.
Shaking his head to chase off the bitter memories, Matteo began humming a tune he had once heard long ago from one of his men.
"How did that song go? ~Sixteen years old when I went to the war, To fight for a land fit for heroes. God on my side, a gun in my hand, Chasing my days down to zero.~"
Coughing once more to clear his throat, Matteo mused to himself.
"It's not my story, but it fits well enough for a great many soldats. ~And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died, And I never did get any older, But I knew at the time, that a year in the line, Was a long enough life for a soldier.~"
Choking back tears, Matteo whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, Jean Michel, I'm sorry I couldn't bring you home, little brother. My greatest regret of the war was having to leave you to rot in some mass grave in Hanover. Maybe one of these days, I can tell my children about the uncle they never got to meet.
@Magoose A short one this time. I was inspired to write this because Sabaton released a cover of Motorhead's 1916 back on Friday. It was a gutpunch straight in the feels. It may be specifically about the Battle of the Somme, but the music video showed that the song could be a tribute to soldiers all throughout history.
Matteo might have survived, but thousands more did not. Hundreds of men that he personally knew or trained fell in the various battles he fought in Hanover and Saxony. With more than thirty years' distance from the events of the war, he's able to tell (slightly) sanitized war stories to his children and grandchildren, so he comes off as having been largely unaffected. So I retconned in a younger brother that didn't make it back from the war. I left it vague which battle he fell in (but it was probably Krefeld or Minden), but as a much younger brother, Matteo would have been protective of him. It was also fairly common from multiple family members to serve in the same unit concurrently. An example from Regiment Touraine was Jean Thurel. Three of his brothers were killed at the Battle of Fontenoy in 1745, and one of his sons (higher ranked than him, a corporal) was killed in the naval action at the Battle of the Saintes/Battle of Dominica on 12 April 1782.
Matteo might have survived, but thousands more did not. Hundreds of men that he personally knew or trained fell in the various battles he fought in Hanover and Saxony. With more than thirty years' distance from the events of the war, he's able to tell (slightly) sanitized war stories to his children and grandchildren, so he comes off as having been largely unaffected. So I retconned in a younger brother that didn't make it back from the war. I left it vague which battle he fell in (but it was probably Krefeld or Minden), but as a much younger brother, Matteo would have been protective of him. It was also fairly common from multiple family members to serve in the same unit concurrently. An example from Regiment Touraine was Jean Thurel. Three of his brothers were killed at the Battle of Fontenoy in 1745, and one of his sons (higher ranked than him, a corporal) was killed in the naval action at the Battle of the Saintes/Battle of Dominica on 12 April 1782.
Final Update
Magoose
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Final Update:
Remaining. Perhaps that was the best, no, the only choice you had. There was nothing short of a series of events that led to this moment. You were in essence… Making another choice. War was upon the entire world it seemed, and you felt the need to take part in it, be the savior of France that you believed you are.
As well as the savior to yourself.
In your mind, you were trying to fight two wars. The one in your heart, and the war for your nation, where you understood.
Where you did stand.
It made you think of Brian, and his cynicism about what happened since the Revolution began. How the triumphs and the dream of a free world have been trampled away… replaced by something that was a mix of the same, or something new that you did not understand.
And you had a strange place in it, a mother, an Empress, a symbol.
That much you could not only dream of seeing.
A world where you could see the change with your own eyes.
AN: I was really trying to get a full-on 10k word update detailing many things, with interactions galore.
Yet it was not meant to be as I literally could not even find the energy to do it.
I have loved doing this quest for the past 4 years and it's been incredibly fun, but in the last few months, I have been having trouble, not only writing but planning the updates as well.
It has led to some very... stressful personal things happening to me, as well as a truly agonizing series of events that I wanted to do, to being cut or dropped entirely.
I personally have written several hundred (Yes you read that right) updates for this quest in the last two months alone, for various POVs of other people in the quest, most notably Brian, Napoleon, and even King George himself, and all I have done is try to find, not only the same spark of passion for this story but also just finding out an end.
And it hit me, that I was just sauntering on this corpse that has slowly lost much interest over the years because Plaus left, and me becoming the sole steward of the place became too much for me to take anymore.
I want this quest to be good. And I feel like I haven't been able to provide that for a long time.
Thank you all for reading.
This will have a sequel thread, eventually.
But for now, this quest is completed.
Remaining. Perhaps that was the best, no, the only choice you had. There was nothing short of a series of events that led to this moment. You were in essence… Making another choice. War was upon the entire world it seemed, and you felt the need to take part in it, be the savior of France that you believed you are.
As well as the savior to yourself.
In your mind, you were trying to fight two wars. The one in your heart, and the war for your nation, where you understood.
Where you did stand.
It made you think of Brian, and his cynicism about what happened since the Revolution began. How the triumphs and the dream of a free world have been trampled away… replaced by something that was a mix of the same, or something new that you did not understand.
And you had a strange place in it, a mother, an Empress, a symbol.
That much you could not only dream of seeing.
A world where you could see the change with your own eyes.
AN: I was really trying to get a full-on 10k word update detailing many things, with interactions galore.
Yet it was not meant to be as I literally could not even find the energy to do it.
I have loved doing this quest for the past 4 years and it's been incredibly fun, but in the last few months, I have been having trouble, not only writing but planning the updates as well.
It has led to some very... stressful personal things happening to me, as well as a truly agonizing series of events that I wanted to do, to being cut or dropped entirely.
I personally have written several hundred (Yes you read that right) updates for this quest in the last two months alone, for various POVs of other people in the quest, most notably Brian, Napoleon, and even King George himself, and all I have done is try to find, not only the same spark of passion for this story but also just finding out an end.
And it hit me, that I was just sauntering on this corpse that has slowly lost much interest over the years because Plaus left, and me becoming the sole steward of the place became too much for me to take anymore.
I want this quest to be good. And I feel like I haven't been able to provide that for a long time.
Thank you all for reading.
This will have a sequel thread, eventually.
But for now, this quest is completed.
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Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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It was a fun time and read while I was here, so it's sad to see this go. Real life comes first, though, so I hope you're doing well on that front, Mags.
A salute to you, good sir. o7
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We reached a good end point, and pulled the trigger, congratulations.