La Chanson de la Victoire (The Song of Victory): La Petite Arpenteuse (Non, SV, you are a General of France in the Napoleonic War!)

[Magoose]

Interlude: The Paris Party of the Change of the Century Part 2:

You were not comfortable with the situation you found yourself in. That being, on a horse. "Fucking saddle." You swore as you held the reins tightly, trying to maintain the steed that was under you… to middling success. Yet in your anger, you remained in control. "I swear to god and all that is holy, I will ride you well enough to not embarrass myself, you nasty beast."

"Then you're doing a terrible job of it." The voice of the other man being honored… well a third, rode towards you as you scowled. He was the garnish. Not that was not the right word to describe the Dandy man's bright colors. He was wearing a blue uniform, yes, but he was going all out in his decorative spirit. "When one is riding with a horse, you are not just in control, you are also the one being controlled. You must take part in the delicate balance of the bond." He replied.

You wondered just how Murat could turn a parade into a fashion statement, with his uniform glistening not only with his medals and accomplishments but with multiple sold gold eagles over his new red sash. Five in total, for every battle he fought with you.

And he had shaved to make himself more presentable, but he had kept those blasted sideburns!

For the love of all that is good, you had hoped that he would have at least tried to conform a little bit to show that he was one of the men. Instead, he seemed content to turn the entire parade into his own coming-to party.

Considering it was his wedding day, it was something you had expected.

But you were not happy about it. "A carriage would have been far more appropriate." You muttered.

"Do you hate riding a horse so much that you despise the very thought of actually being on one?" Murat teased, knowing full well you hated riding a horse. "Even if it would damage your reputation in the eyes of the citizenry."

You frowned. "If it meant that I would be off of this uncomfortable saddle, yes." You replied.

Murat laughed. "Well you are not wounded, you are not pregnant, and you are most certainly not going to leave the parade to hide with Napoleon, not after Severin spent so much time preparing this."

You frowned. "He barely did anything!" You protested.

Murat, however, did something you did not expect. He frowned and went to defend the former Sargent. "I will make you very well aware, that Marshal Severin did indeed plan for everything in this parade, and did so with meticulous precision and detail."

Good god, this was going to be the end of the World. Murat was defending the Work of Denis Martin Severin! The man he despised!

"Who are you and what have you done with Murat!?" You joked, realizing that Severin was doing all this for you as well.

"I became a Hero in Spain, same as you." There was a pause, a rather long one as he looked out to the men that were to be escorting you. "There is one problem. Brian isn't here."

Of course, he wasn't. He wasn't going to be celebrating this victory, even if it was his own. "He…" You didn't remember the last letter that came from him. He was still in Avigon… but that was nothing more. He was more interested in ignoring the pageantry. Ignore Napoleon.

Ignore you.

"He still believes that we could have done more." You stated, thinking back to the events in Spain. "I'm still surprised Carlos didn't try to kill him."

There was a jovial, and dry laugh. "I think for his sake, he should have done far less. It wouldn't have provoked Brian's anger."

He stopped and moved his horse beside yours. "Shall I help you get ready to position?" He asked.

You nodded. "Just to there."

And he helped.
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The Parade was a sea of blue colors and of horses and Guns. A pandemonium of sounds, with the entire city it seemed in attendance

The marching, was in good order, just as Severin had hoped, and the city itself seemed to be on your side.

The people of Paris seemed to be less chalked full of individuals, but more a class, a muster of what you could only hope were tens of thousands, celebrating the soldiers of France.

The Knights Own were all mounted, somehow, with several men riding on carriages or on the backs of their comrade's own horses. Much of the delighted and elite Cavalry of the Empire was seen, by the Parisians for the first time, all with glistening and polished armor, helmets of colorful feathers, and brightly dyed sashes. A simple thing of Murat's own instruction, to be seen through the smoke, and to strike fear into their enemies.

Their swords were at their sides, and all carried two pistols. Dragoons and Shock cavalry, in Murat's own words. They were prepared for everything.

But it was, in the end, just a show. They were an act that only cemented, not only their own abilities but their own opulence. They were like the knights of old, riding into battle, expecting to be treated better than everyone. But with all the scares they bore, it was well warranted.

However, what you saw in front of you, did not shock you whatsoever. The stark conservatism of the two commanders and their own styles at play was something to be seen.

All the men of Davouts Corps were entirely dressed in their dress, but they moved in such sync that seemed to be almost mechanical in nature.

Davout had trained the men well, as they moved, and captivated the entire city with their movements.

You had heard stories of a well-drilled army being a sight to behold.

Davout heard them and decided to make his corps that well-drilled army. It was almost magical in the way they moved, their execution of the drills, and how they moved.

As they finished, to make sure that the final part of the parade was through, you instead could only marvel at your Corps, the Empress Own march.

The March:D100 => 94

And it put Davout's own Drilling and show to Shames.

Napoleon may have had his Old Guard, but none had the experience of the Empresses' Own.

Even with an unsteady head, that was you saddled on the horse, you could only lead them through the streets, through the parade with nothing short of assurance. Once the light was upon you, you were ready to greet this parade.

VIII Corp was something far more than what all could expect.

There was so much more that you could do, but with a slight motion with your sword, drawn and ready in a salute, as you passed Napoleon. You could feel pride. You could feel anxiety.

But most of all, you could feel that you were not alone, at least for a moment.
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In a Few Hours, Murat and Caroline would be married. And you had time to speak to some important people.

Who do you talk to?:
Choose 3

[]Napoleon
[]Murat
[]Marmont
[]Davout
[]Caroline
[]Severin
[]Berthier
[]Alexandre and Roland
[]Pierre
[]Write in (Subject to QM Approval)


AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format.

 

[Magoose]

Interlude: The Paris Party of the Change of the Century Finale

-[X]Davout

As you dismounted in front of the cathedral, and the men began to file out to whatever they were going to do next, you could see in the distance, on his red stallion, the one that he hated riding more than anything else, the Iron Marshal himself.

He was not so happy, and he was discussing several things with his officers as you strode over to him. He was finished when he noticed you walking towards him, and he said a very sharp. "Dismissed."

His officers saluted, before leaving, and then looked back to see that you were there. They gave quiet, silent bows of their heads before they marched away. "Did my men throw you off?"

"Parade was never their strong suit." He muttered as he dismounted and looked to the young Ensign that was marching, holding his reigns. "Make sure the horse gets back to the stables, and then you are free for the day."

The boy nodded as you looked at him, not recognizing the face as he let out a breath, and removed his spectacles. "Seem familiar?" He questioned as he cleaned them with a cloth he procured from his pocket. "I'm sorry about the event with Louis."

"He'll be fine, and the men who did this properly punished." You stated as you shook your head, trying your best to suppress your anger. "There is something that bothers me even now, at the state of the army. I have heard talk that Kellerman wishes to ban dueling between officers, enlisted men, and private citizens."

That made Davout chuckle. "To prevent that would be to deny the men their honor." He held out his arm, and you took it, as he offered to escort you. "I take it that we are speaking as equals, or as… our ranks demand us?"

You refused the offer and his arms went behind him. "Unfortunately, for this ceremony that will be the case."

The fact he only nodded was something you were extremely grateful for. There was something about the subordinate that was close to a confidant was something you felt you desperately needed, with Brian all but exiling himself, not only from politics but also from responsibility. As if he did not have any sort of stake or wish to keep up with this changing world.

"Understood." He then walked beside you. There was silence among the two of you for a moment, as people bowed or saluted to Davout or you. There was a sense of Calm that he brought that was near impossible to find anywhere else.

But he read you well, as your fingers fidgeted and your hand rubbed the ring on your finger. "Something is troubling you, isn't it?" It was like he knew what was going on in your mind.

You found yourself muttering. "It seems that the world is slowly becoming something that I cannot control, and I am slowly becoming something I am not."

There was silence, only the crowd and the people talking could be heard in your ears. But Davout had his full attention aimed squarely at you, and it was something you desperately needed, in your mind. You were trying to confess.

At least, that was what it felt like. "I believe that I have destroyed something that I fought for. That I made the wrong choice." You looked at your uniform, the jewels and the medals that adorned it, and the people surrounding you. They were all not members of the Louis Court, the king's court that once ruled from Versailles… But there were a few that remained, either because they were spared from the Guillotine because of the coup by Brian, and the subsequent civil war by escaping before they died, surrendered to fight for France during the Second Coalition in Napoleon's army…

Or were like you, just happened to be in the right place and the right time to do something.

But there were royalists here. There were republicans here that, while may not enjoy this ceremony. They were peaceful. They were content.

And it shocked you, that the world seemed to move on. "When I was at Valmy, I was scared, but something overtook me, something that made me believe in myself, in the Revolution. And all I see are the same people who we fought against, people that oppressed the people of France, together with us. Has anything really changed? Was Brian right, have we lost and merely replaced one regime with another?"

Davout, for his part, was quiet for the moment. "Perhaps it is not the world that changed but you, how you view it?" The question made you raise an eyebrow. "We all change with time. Everyone changes with time, and how the world changes them." He looked farther away, with Napoleon, speaking with several ministers and his sister, praising her, and making several childish noises that seemed to belong more with a bar or tavern drunken conversation than a wedding for a princess. "All we can do is recognize that we have changed, and what we want changes with it."

A moment later, he took a breath, before looking at his wife with a wave and a smile. "Take my advice, Thérèse. Do not believe everything that has happened, that the revolution has failed. You may find that it has succeeded beyond your wild imaginations."

At that, Davout bowed. "I must take my leave, my wife is waiting for me."

You nodded, and he walked away, and walked about, trying to think.

-[X]Write in : Thomas Dumas

General Thomas Alexandre Dumas, was sitting with his wife, close to the front near the alter, not caring about the looks that he may have been given. He was happy, and that showed as he rose, and held out a hand. "The great Heroine of France, coming to greet my humble family!" He smiled as he moved in and embraced you, before kissing you on the cheeks, something that surprised you, but then again, you were happy.

Very happy to see him. "I thought you were-"

"At home, to miss the biggest wedding of the century?" He smiled and laughed at the gesture. "No." He then pointed to you. "I'm also here for my friends, who so desperately need me after so far away from home."

You found yourself becoming rigid and quiet, feeling your heartbeat as you looked to the man and his wife. "Thank you." You whispered, but that only made Dumas shake his head.

"No. I also came here to thank you, before the new year." He replied. "You have done more for me, and all people like me, than anything that I can ever dream of. I may no longer hold an active command for my wife's sake, but I can safely say that without you, my future would be uncertain."

There was silence, but there was also a smile that rose across your face. "I would hardly say the future would be uncertain." You tried to protest.

"Perhaps. But with you by my side, the friend I made on the campaign… I know that I will be safe."

He then pointed to Caroline, who was getting ready. "No, I believe the bride wishes to speak to you before the wedding."
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-[X]Caroline

She was quiet and fidgeting, feeling awkward as you walked towards her. But then all of the waiting and fear went away as she saw you. "Thérèse" She hugged you. "Thank you."

"I would hope that you thanking me is not what you need?" You replied as you sat down to look at her. "What is the matter?"

The young Bonaparte seemed to change her demeanor "Nothing is the matter? I just have a question to ask before my wedding?"

Oh, what could that possibly be? "What is it?" You asked.

There was a look of fear that arose on her face before she gulped. "Is… Does it get easier?"

"What does?" You asked.

"Getting used to being away from those you care about when you go to war?" She asked. "You may fight in the army, but you are away from Napoleon for so long? Aren't you afraid?"

You allowed yourself to smile. Of course, you were but that didn't make the relationship any less. "I have learned through my marriage… that sometimes, there is a risk, there is fear. But there is trust, one that you should both have for one another. Otherwise, you shouldn't marry the man." You paused and asked. "Do you trust Murat?"

"Do you?" She asked, feeling hesitant as she asked the question.

There was no hesitation in your answer. "With my life, most certainly," you replied. "But that wasn't my question."

She paused and looked at her shoes. "I want to. He's the only one who ever treated me with any sort of respect. Sure he is a braggart and a dandy man with bright colors and a love for horses… but he's been one of the few men who ever listened to me. To ask me how I felt and made me feel like a truly mattered, who didn't see my brother or a way to power. Who truly made me feel like I was Caroline. Even my brothers couldn't do that." She said, as she looked up with determination. "So I do trust him. I trust him enough to not just view me as a way to gain power."

"Then I have my answer." You smiled. "And if Murat ever does anything to wrong you… let me know, I'll straighten him out."

"Thank you Thérèse." She replied.

You both embraced. "Then make this day a day you want to remember forever." You whispered.

"I will."
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It was almost like a fairy tale, with Murat, waiting in his flamboyant uniform of blue and white, watching his wife walk down the aisle, being presented by Napoleon.

You didn't need to know what they needed to say, for you knew, that at least now, they would trust each other.

Even if it was just them against the World.

But then you remember that this was Paris, so it was going to be a party to end them all.

It was a fitting way to end a century. With joy and laughter. Then war and Death.

Reward:

Caroline and Joachim Murat married, in a ceremony that was bankrolled by the Imperial family, rather than public funds, making the citizenry think that there will not be a drain on public finances.

This has had the knock-on effect of saving the French government a significant sum of money… Your poor pocketbook, you need to Talk to Napoleon about… using YOUR money responsibly. If he needed it, he should ask instead of going behind your back.

Which has been met with a great deal of acclaim by much of the Citizenry, who partied like it was the end of the world.

The ceremony and the parade were something that delighted all of France, with the Empress herself stealing the show, with her corps being the model of The French Army.

All of Europe believes that her Corps is the greatest and finest trained Corps in France, with Napoleon's Imperial Guaud being seen as more a vanity project for the Emperor's reorganization efforts, and to test his theories.


AN: Alright I'm going, to be honest here.


This was almost ten (Sorry, twenty) pages long... and then I cut a lot of scenes out. I just wasn't satisfied with.

So I took the best parts of what I had and gave you all this.

But hey, at least it came.

The next one is going to be a lot easier.

Now to find out what fuckery is going on.

 

[Magoose]

A Perfidious Situation:

11th January 1800​

There was quiet in the office of the Emperor and Empress, as you quietly and aimlessly flipped through the pages of reports and expenses from The Rhine. Matteo Severin had been very clear that he believed there were saboteurs, but he did not find them, and he had been conducting investigations on all the equipment.

Of course, there was nothing that could be said about sabotage, but he was certain that it was not faulty equipment, there was something commendable, but through all his reports, he was quite clearly distraught at the lack of work. However, you had informed him that, if it was not sabotage in his next report, he was to cease his investigations. There was something more important, by also getting the factory back into operational and full function. He was not being paid to conduct counter-espionage. Despite his wish to do so, if his letters were going to continue with such events.

He had spent far too much of your money and time doing that, and he was not going to continue with it.

"What is it with Severins and their stubbornness?" You found yourself muttering to your husband, trying to wonder and make conversation despite the silence.

Napoleon did not look up from his report. Though you could see from the furrowing of his brow there was something that he was not happy to hear about, even if the remark was itself, rhetorical. "I do not know the strangeness of the Severin Family, nor do I care for them, save that they follow their orders."

The dismissal was something that made you realize that something was on his mind, something that was important. "Something is troubling you?" You asked.

Napoleon, in a moment of hesitation, seemed to hold his breath before breathing in. "Talleyrand." He responded as if the name itself was the very problem.

Ah. "Talleyrand, is Charlotte returning with him?" You asked, the last letter you had received from the former princess and your adopted daughter was something of an enigma, with the coded message being very impersonal. It was more a letter from Talleyrand than one from your confidence. It was almost impossible to know what it could truly mean.

"Charlotte is indeed returning with him, but his previous letter and report have left me confused and frustrated. He merely spoke that the Prussians requested an audience with several ministers and embassies, then the one that has just come have him telling me that he is fleeing Berlin with the entire embassy in tow."

That set off warning bells. "I hope that he hasn't done anything to upset the King." You stated you felt uneasy with the news. Germany was still a hotbed of issues that could not be understated.

The Weakness of Francis from his rebelling quarreling nations that were under the Austrian dominion, rather than that of the Holy Roman Empire… was a cause of great concern all over Germany. There was something that could not be simply contained.

Rebellious or otherwise distant princes of the Empire… as well the machinations of Bavaria and Prussia, in addition to the Empire's failings to govern… and an over-reliance of French soldiers in the prevailing years…

All of it lead to a question that could not be answered fully, could Emperor Francis keep his crown and throne without Napoleon?

The obvious answer, at least to you, was yes, he had the forces, and he had an officer corps bloodied by fighting nearly two years to quell rebellions that had nearly torn his nation asunder… And he had Archduke Charles. You did not know the man personally, but reports from the corps that were embedded in the Austrian army spoke of nothing but praise and platitudes. They enjoyed being under his command because he was not interested in the honor of combat.

He was cold, ruthless, and willing to keep his armies together and destroy his enemies. In a way, he was like Napoleon. Though in a simple way.

But for the rest of Europe, some could only see weakness.

It was a contest of diplomats. You had no head for diplomacy, and you never were one who could keep up with such an exhausting action.

Yet you knew that it was the greatest of contests of nations. Where the fate of nations was decided.

And that was when Napoleon sighed. "He was supposed to be here two weeks ago."

You were sure that they were alright. Diplomatic incidents were supposed to start-

And then, beyond the window, in the courtyard, was a carriage with an escort, that looked like it nearly flipped from how sharp the turn was.

And at the reins, was Charlotte. Both you and Napoleon took a glance at each other then began to run towards the courtyard.
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When you reached it, you realized that your daughter was not well. She had been covered in blood. "What happened?"

"Assassins is what happened." She replied as she opened the carriage door, and Talleyrand fell out, coughing.

"Where in the blazes did you learn to drive a carriage?!" Talleyrand demanded as he removed himself, and coughed some more.

"Polish highwaymen. And Julian." She stated as she took a letter out from her breast and handed it over to Napoleon. "It seems that we have problems."

"I've noticed," Napoleon stated, as he looked at the damage. "Spys and assassins?"

"I don't know who they were, but they were desperate to try and prevent me and Talley from getting to Tuilleries."

Talleyrand then looked Charlotte in her eyes. "Did you just call me Talley?"

"I think she's been spending too much time around Severin." You replied as you looked at the letter. "I take it this letter was something important?"

"Stole it from the Russian Ambassador," Charlotte replied as she took a breath and looked at your sword.

"It's contents?" Napoleon asked, clearly looking ready to move with the same energy that turned Italy into a wondrous campaign.

"It seems that Russia is being bold in her victorious stance over the Ottoman," Talleyrand stated as he stepped forward, and took the letter. "They are willing to supply money, weapons, and troops for an offensive into Austria. Though I could not discover if he managed to rally the other German princes or other powers in the North… But that alliance is concerning."

"Austria?" You asked. "Why the Devil would Alexander attack Austria?"

"A Weak link." That was the answer of Talleyrand. "He wants to see if Napoleon will honor his alliance. I have no doubt that the British would have chosen to do something similar in Spain, but there is a greater chance that it would force us to fight them on their terms." There were plenty of reasons to make things worse…

"Are we sure the British are not involved?" you asked.

"Most certainly," Talleyrand replied without hesitation. "The British Embassy was dismissed before we arrived from the Prussian court. Their ambassador had done something to insult the Queen and her favorite ministers. It seems that Alexander believes he can defeat us and Austria, without British support. As I said, victory has made him bold." Talleyrand replied. "Now, I need to sit down, getting shot at within Paris is not something I needed to have to happen to me."

You looked to Charlotte. "Are you alright?"

"Not the first time I've been shot at… though it is the first time I've been shot at in Paris." She smiled. "I'll be fine."

Reward: Russia and Prussia and other unknown nations declared a coalition to defeat Austria and France.

War is soon to come.

Meanwhile, Britain, they are furious at Russian machinations that have led up to this alliance and have recalled their embassies from Russia. Despite their hopes to weaken France, they remember Russian troops all but leisurely marching across Europe on the British silver.

AN: Two updates in One Month?

Incredible.

However, I am going to say this. The next turn is going to be all about the Army, as shit is about to get real.

And we need to call up VIII Corps Again... And remove it around.

 

[Magoose]

Preparing for War:

You were not happy with the current situation that was now diplomatically unfolding, and you knew damn well that things were going to get worse before it would get better.

"I'm going to reform the Corps and come with you." You stated almost immediately as you and Napoleon were left alone. "I have always been a sword and shield of France, let me be it again."

It was not the most impassioned speech you had ever given, but there was always going to be room for improvement. You could always find something more… well, you were going to have plenty of ways to say it, but that was beside the point. "It will take weeks for orders to be written for the veterans to be reassigned and rejoining, and there would be also the sheer volume when time is of the essence," Napoleon replied. "And you demobilized them, their rights are clear."

"They may also be facing down a Prussian Army, or march through Italy to save the Austrians." You muttered.

Reading the Room:D100 => 92+2=94

You then realized what this was about. At least partially. "Napoleon, what is troubling you?"

There was a deep sigh, but then he just seemed… quiet. There was something on his mind that you could not entirely see. But there was something wrong. Even with a furrowed brow and his hands hiding behind his back, you could see the twiddling of his fingers and the scratching of his thumbs. There was nothing more than a strangeness that you could see.

Doubt. A rare thing for Napoleon, at any time. But now, on the eve of marching away to war to defend France and the Revolution. Risking his life, when you both have done the same.

"I'm asking you to remain in Paris." He stated. "You've done enough for this war, and for France itself."

That made you feel utterly gobsmacked. As if he was calling into question your record, the fact he doubted you, even for a moment, to ask you to stay is something that was nearly unheard of. You went to Spain. You served him Abley. And you damn well deserved an explanation. "Why?"

There was venom in your voice. In a tone, you believed that Napoleon had not expected.

Napoleon seemed to pace, he was trying to think of his words, carefully and deliberately. Clearly, he must have miscalculated, and you could see his mind work to modify that. "Perhaps you do not understand why I ask?"

"Yes, I don't." You replied as you took a breath before looking at the chair and then at him, and you both went to take a seat. There was no reason to make things too unfair. He would know what he had done. "So Enlighten me?"

You could see his lips whisper a word, then he joined, sitting across the desk. "Politics." The answer was clearly vague.

"Politics?" You asked.

"Despite all the great changes in the world that have occurred in these many years, there are laws and traditions that still dictate how the world works." He said, you could see his mind beginning to change with words that he clearly did not want to say.

Or was happy to say it because relief was welling inside of him to work for his own needs here. "I need you here to help the children. And to do some work for me involving the future of France."

That earned an eyebrow raise. "I am not some maid or, a political tool that will not be used for your own benefit, despite this arrangement we find ourselves in. I am your equal-"

Napoleon did nothing more but raise his hand, and quietly lower it, as he got your attention. "And that is why I believe it is prudent that you remain in France. You are the wealthiest woman in it, and besides that fact, the only one who seems to realize the potential of the industry that you have made on the Rhine. And how it can affect France as a whole and her warfighting capabilities." He leaned in. "I need that, because this will not be the last war, nor will it be the Great War that we may believe will come. It will come later, and France needs to be prepared. And you are the only one who can do it. That I trust."

"Than what?" You asked. "You are relegating me to a position that I will not and am not, suited for."

You were frustrated, but only because he was right. "It could be worse."

Napoleon nodded. "Can I ask that of you?"

You than began to think.

What would you do:
[]Accept: You will do what he asks.
[]Decline: You know what you're job is. You will ask for a command.

 

[Magoose]

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.

 

[Magoose]

So... I did promise that there would be another part and another thread.

And guess what, I found people who were just as dedicated and insane enough to join me as Co QM's so that I don't immediately die trying to do this.

In... I wanna say 24 hours, but it may be earlier, depending on if we can get the Author notes finished...

Part two begins... And we ride at dawn Everyone!

 

[Magoose]

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