- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Interfere and begin working with the All Egyptian National Congress
Legacy of The Tenth Crusade - A Divergences of Darkness Nation Quest [Finished]
- Thread starter Fission Battery
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- Alt. History
IamtooSleepy
I came here to be an ant
[X] Interfere and begin working with the All Egyptian National Congress
Astra Myst
Do you want a wish?
- Location
- Milky Way Galaxy
[X] Interfere and begin working with the All Egyptian National Congress
always_confused
Perpetually unwanted
- Location
- SEA
[X] Do nothing and allow the Christian Alliance Party to win
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[X] Do nothing and allow the Christian Alliance Party to win
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- Location
- United Kingdom
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Do nothing and allow the Christian Alliance Party to win
I'm sure it'll be fine if the governing supermajority is an imperialist venture. That's stability baybee.
I'm sure it'll be fine if the governing supermajority is an imperialist venture. That's stability baybee.
Theaxofwar
Definitely not a Bunny Cat in disguise.
- Location
- Standing right behind you
[X] Interfere and begin working with the All Egyptian National Congress
This is an easy one.
This is an easy one.
Anchises
Leader of the Coconut Tree Fremen
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yeah its better to let the imperialists do their thing and wait until the native independence movement picks up enough steam to not be reliant on the governor.
You're a bit late to the nation vote, I'm sorry to say. Egypt won.
Rolen von Keng
Sleeping Green Bear
- Location
- The Wilderness
[X] Interfere and begin working with the All Egyptian National Congress
- Pronouns
- he
[X] Interfere and begin working with the All Egyptian National Congress
I got asked some questions on Discord, so thought I'll share my answers here. I'd like to keep discussion in the thread as much as possible so that everyone can see it.
"I've taken some inspiration from TNO Speer/Go4 in how the dynamic for the Marcato/AENC path will work. You use reformers to pad out your government while attempting to hold onto power in the process/attempt to pass radical reforms while preparing to sideline or remove the governor.
Christians will be fine as long as you choose to treat them well. The Macedonian Greeks are also huge fans of Pharaohism and are pushing for it hard, while Copts are attempting to thread the eye of a needle and create a more modern but still pre-Arab identity. It is catching on as a fad among Copts though.
Drakos himself is rather taken by it, enough to commission the rebuilding of the Lighthouse of Alexandria with plans to follow it up with a great library too. Ironic given that the funding came out of the already meager state education budget. Which could help if you want to be accelerationist, vote CAP and spend your entire budget building shitty monuments and find ways to piss off even your allies.
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"I've taken some inspiration from TNO Speer/Go4 in how the dynamic for the Marcato/AENC path will work. You use reformers to pad out your government while attempting to hold onto power in the process/attempt to pass radical reforms while preparing to sideline or remove the governor.
Christians will be fine as long as you choose to treat them well. The Macedonian Greeks are also huge fans of Pharaohism and are pushing for it hard, while Copts are attempting to thread the eye of a needle and create a more modern but still pre-Arab identity. It is catching on as a fad among Copts though.
Drakos himself is rather taken by it, enough to commission the rebuilding of the Lighthouse of Alexandria with plans to follow it up with a great library too. Ironic given that the funding came out of the already meager state education budget. Which could help if you want to be accelerationist, vote CAP and spend your entire budget building shitty monuments and find ways to piss off even your allies.
"
Well for some reason the scheduled vote didn't actually make a post when timer ended. That's annoying. If anyone knows a thread where the voting tool is explained I'd appreciate a link because I haven't found it yet, and nobody I've asked is forthcoming with information. 
That aside, the vote is clear. I'll admit I expected a few more votes of the CAP, if only for the pharaoh memes, but I'm not complaining.
That aside, the vote is clear. I'll admit I expected a few more votes of the CAP, if only for the pharaoh memes, but I'm not complaining.
Levant, Summer 1915 - A Glimpse into the Crusader State
No update today, but I'll see if I can get the update out tomorrow or during the weekend. In the meantime however, enjoy a glimpse into Levant. I had written this up while developing the quest to get a feel for the world, so this a touched up version of that.
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Levant, Summer 1915 - A Glimpse into the Crusader State
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Beneath the glare of the summer sun, masses of people moved on the docks, loading and unloading cargo as more ships came and left. Always bringing more supplies and immigrants to the bustling port of Acre. The air slowly cooked them alive, leaving them drenched in sweat as they laboured. It rolled down their heaving bodies, soaking through their khaki clothing. The only saving grace was a breeze that blew in over the water, serving as a minor relief. Not that it was needed.
They weren't unused to the heat. While many of the dockworkers were natives to the land, the majority of them had lived their lives in the fields of Sicily and Naples. They were the children of farmers, all taken from their homes and turned into holy soldiers. Each of them promised glory and riches in this life and the next for their service to God. Their doubts would never be voiced.
There was more than the glare of the sun on their back, a set of eyes watched their everyone move, silently judging and left wanting. While shadows of humans loomed long over them all. In gallows atop a podium swung the decaying body of locals. Their crimes were written on plaque cards that hung around their broken necks, reading "Looters! Squatters! Jew! Vermin!" It was a common sight in Acre, far too common. The corpses were unfortunate locals hanged for the crime of refusing to leave their village, thinking they could fight the eviction notice.
The new tenants decided death was a suitable punishment. Examples had to be made of those who resisted. It was the truth of rule, one which Giovanni Roderic Asumdo had learned quite well in his decades of service to the crown. He stared at the bodies swaying in the breeze with grim satisfaction from his perch inside the harbour master's office. It was the Catalan-Sicilian's performance as governor in Numidia that'd rewarded him with the throne of Levant. He'd put thousands to the sword during that time, and thousands more since he'd been crowned King of Jerusalem.
It was a title that weighed heavy on his head and on his mind. He'd been given an impossible task, one better suited for a man younger than him. He was old, tanned skin wrinkled and gray hair thinning, brushed back beneath a beret. Giovanni struck a striking image with sharp features, looking much like a hawk as he surveyed the docks before him from on high in the habour master's office. The holy lands were once more in Christian hands, only for the French and Italians to ruin it by refusing to submit to Aragon. The war had stolen men, supplies, and funding from Giovanni's government, and the subsequent defeat more so.
Worse than that was the land himself and many others considered home was under the jackboot of Toulon. The northerners displace hundreds of thousands, seizing land from nobles and enclosing the commons. His ancestral home was burnt to the ground by looting soldiers. Those displaced by the war in Italy had fled over the world, and many had chosen to follow where their sons and fathers had gone.
"It appears that the Marco Polo has cleared quarantine, your majesty," the habour master reported, glancing out the window at the ship bringing in more settlers to their country. "We'll begin unloading immediately."
"Good, see that you do," he curtly replied, content to oversee the operation from afar.
At least until a commotion caught Giovanni's eye, people shouting and shoving each other. He marched out of the office to sort it out, and arrived quickly to see soldiers in teal blue shirts and wide brim hats arresting one man among the crowd. He continued to struggle as they cuffed his hands behind his back, until a fist was driven into his gut, winding the man. The crowd quieted down as Giovanni approached, returning to their tasks. All uneager to catch the king's eye.
The soldiers saluted, hastily forming up ranks for their commander. He looked over them until his piercing gaze settled on the man they'd arrested. At the unspoken question the officer among them stepped forward and spoke up.
"Your majesty, this man was caught trying to steal supplies. He attempted to blame one of the workers for it, but we easily saw through his lies." The officer went silent afterwards.
Giovanni nodded in understanding, letting silence reign as the man caught sweat under his gaze. Behind him Giovanni heard the sound of people walking down a gangplank, the ship unloading its cargo of settlers and future soldiers. He liked that he was about to have an audience.
"Very good then, punishment is as follows." In a casual motion, Giovanni upholstered his service revolver and the report of the pistol rang out across the dock. The corpse slumped to the ground, freed from the stunned soldier's hands, as people screamed in surprise.
Giovanni holstered his gun. "Excellent work, soldier. Feed the body to the pigs." He turned and marched away from the bloody mess he'd left on the dock, moving to address the fearful crowd of settlers. They stared at him in mixed displays of shock and horror.
"Sicilians, I am your lord, King Asumdo!" he addressed the crowd, raising his voice to project it further. The masses of people had stopped all activity, all eyes centered on him. "I greet you with open arms, as fellow countrymen and followers of the faith, and welcome you all to the holy lands. I know that many of you have lost your homes to French and Italian tyranny. I can not restore what has been lost, but here, together, by the grace of God we will forge a new destiny for our people."
They were no longer people of Sicily, of Naples, of Corsica, or of Sardinia, not anymore. They were Oltremarers: overseas people. They would succeed where the Franks of ages past had failed.
"I will not ask you to swear oaths of loyalty to me," Giovanni continued, holding the attention of the frightened crowd. "Men are flawed sinful creatures who lie, even if they take the name of the Lord while doing so. No, I will ask that you prove yourself in a pact of blood. All that you see upon these shores may be yours for the taking. You may have as much land as you desire, so long as you kill and kill righteously for it! We are beset, surrounded on all sides by Jews and Mohammedans that seek to destroy all that we are, as they once tried in Iberia so long ago!"
Fearful glances were exchanged between the new settlers, but some, young men, muttered in agreement with the king's words. Giovanni could see the hungry look in their eyes. They would make fine soldiers, he was sure of it. "Do your duty as Christians and kill in the name of the Lord. Do this, and this land will become your land."
Giovanni finished his speech, receiving mixed reactions from the captive audience, while soldiers and dock workers gave mild cheers in response to his words. He knew seeing the brutal truth of the crusader state would shock many, but in time they would learn to accept it as right and just. It was necessary to reclaim the land, one bullet and one body at a time. The constant attacks on settlers would show the newcomers that there is no peace with the natives, especially not with the jihad called against the foreigners. Sooner or later, the new settlers would be drawn into the conflict, and Giovanni would turn them into loyal soldiers.
Which suited Giovanni fine. It was a state of affairs he desired because it was the truth. Aragon had declared war not simply against the Ottoman Empire, but against Muslim itself. If he had his way they'd have marched down to Medina and Mecca, and razed the cities to the ground, but it was not meant to be. He would do what he could with what he had. The cycle would continue until all of Levant was crushed beneath his heel.
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Levant, Summer 1915 - A Glimpse into the Crusader State
===
Beneath the glare of the summer sun, masses of people moved on the docks, loading and unloading cargo as more ships came and left. Always bringing more supplies and immigrants to the bustling port of Acre. The air slowly cooked them alive, leaving them drenched in sweat as they laboured. It rolled down their heaving bodies, soaking through their khaki clothing. The only saving grace was a breeze that blew in over the water, serving as a minor relief. Not that it was needed.
They weren't unused to the heat. While many of the dockworkers were natives to the land, the majority of them had lived their lives in the fields of Sicily and Naples. They were the children of farmers, all taken from their homes and turned into holy soldiers. Each of them promised glory and riches in this life and the next for their service to God. Their doubts would never be voiced.
There was more than the glare of the sun on their back, a set of eyes watched their everyone move, silently judging and left wanting. While shadows of humans loomed long over them all. In gallows atop a podium swung the decaying body of locals. Their crimes were written on plaque cards that hung around their broken necks, reading "Looters! Squatters! Jew! Vermin!" It was a common sight in Acre, far too common. The corpses were unfortunate locals hanged for the crime of refusing to leave their village, thinking they could fight the eviction notice.
The new tenants decided death was a suitable punishment. Examples had to be made of those who resisted. It was the truth of rule, one which Giovanni Roderic Asumdo had learned quite well in his decades of service to the crown. He stared at the bodies swaying in the breeze with grim satisfaction from his perch inside the harbour master's office. It was the Catalan-Sicilian's performance as governor in Numidia that'd rewarded him with the throne of Levant. He'd put thousands to the sword during that time, and thousands more since he'd been crowned King of Jerusalem.
It was a title that weighed heavy on his head and on his mind. He'd been given an impossible task, one better suited for a man younger than him. He was old, tanned skin wrinkled and gray hair thinning, brushed back beneath a beret. Giovanni struck a striking image with sharp features, looking much like a hawk as he surveyed the docks before him from on high in the habour master's office. The holy lands were once more in Christian hands, only for the French and Italians to ruin it by refusing to submit to Aragon. The war had stolen men, supplies, and funding from Giovanni's government, and the subsequent defeat more so.
Worse than that was the land himself and many others considered home was under the jackboot of Toulon. The northerners displace hundreds of thousands, seizing land from nobles and enclosing the commons. His ancestral home was burnt to the ground by looting soldiers. Those displaced by the war in Italy had fled over the world, and many had chosen to follow where their sons and fathers had gone.
"It appears that the Marco Polo has cleared quarantine, your majesty," the habour master reported, glancing out the window at the ship bringing in more settlers to their country. "We'll begin unloading immediately."
"Good, see that you do," he curtly replied, content to oversee the operation from afar.
At least until a commotion caught Giovanni's eye, people shouting and shoving each other. He marched out of the office to sort it out, and arrived quickly to see soldiers in teal blue shirts and wide brim hats arresting one man among the crowd. He continued to struggle as they cuffed his hands behind his back, until a fist was driven into his gut, winding the man. The crowd quieted down as Giovanni approached, returning to their tasks. All uneager to catch the king's eye.
The soldiers saluted, hastily forming up ranks for their commander. He looked over them until his piercing gaze settled on the man they'd arrested. At the unspoken question the officer among them stepped forward and spoke up.
"Your majesty, this man was caught trying to steal supplies. He attempted to blame one of the workers for it, but we easily saw through his lies." The officer went silent afterwards.
Giovanni nodded in understanding, letting silence reign as the man caught sweat under his gaze. Behind him Giovanni heard the sound of people walking down a gangplank, the ship unloading its cargo of settlers and future soldiers. He liked that he was about to have an audience.
"Very good then, punishment is as follows." In a casual motion, Giovanni upholstered his service revolver and the report of the pistol rang out across the dock. The corpse slumped to the ground, freed from the stunned soldier's hands, as people screamed in surprise.
Giovanni holstered his gun. "Excellent work, soldier. Feed the body to the pigs." He turned and marched away from the bloody mess he'd left on the dock, moving to address the fearful crowd of settlers. They stared at him in mixed displays of shock and horror.
"Sicilians, I am your lord, King Asumdo!" he addressed the crowd, raising his voice to project it further. The masses of people had stopped all activity, all eyes centered on him. "I greet you with open arms, as fellow countrymen and followers of the faith, and welcome you all to the holy lands. I know that many of you have lost your homes to French and Italian tyranny. I can not restore what has been lost, but here, together, by the grace of God we will forge a new destiny for our people."
They were no longer people of Sicily, of Naples, of Corsica, or of Sardinia, not anymore. They were Oltremarers: overseas people. They would succeed where the Franks of ages past had failed.
"I will not ask you to swear oaths of loyalty to me," Giovanni continued, holding the attention of the frightened crowd. "Men are flawed sinful creatures who lie, even if they take the name of the Lord while doing so. No, I will ask that you prove yourself in a pact of blood. All that you see upon these shores may be yours for the taking. You may have as much land as you desire, so long as you kill and kill righteously for it! We are beset, surrounded on all sides by Jews and Mohammedans that seek to destroy all that we are, as they once tried in Iberia so long ago!"
Fearful glances were exchanged between the new settlers, but some, young men, muttered in agreement with the king's words. Giovanni could see the hungry look in their eyes. They would make fine soldiers, he was sure of it. "Do your duty as Christians and kill in the name of the Lord. Do this, and this land will become your land."
Giovanni finished his speech, receiving mixed reactions from the captive audience, while soldiers and dock workers gave mild cheers in response to his words. He knew seeing the brutal truth of the crusader state would shock many, but in time they would learn to accept it as right and just. It was necessary to reclaim the land, one bullet and one body at a time. The constant attacks on settlers would show the newcomers that there is no peace with the natives, especially not with the jihad called against the foreigners. Sooner or later, the new settlers would be drawn into the conflict, and Giovanni would turn them into loyal soldiers.
Which suited Giovanni fine. It was a state of affairs he desired because it was the truth. Aragon had declared war not simply against the Ottoman Empire, but against Muslim itself. If he had his way they'd have marched down to Medina and Mecca, and razed the cities to the ground, but it was not meant to be. He would do what he could with what he had. The cycle would continue until all of Levant was crushed beneath his heel.
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Regency
PFP by vanathema (previously yubishines)
- Location
- Morioh Town, Mt. Ebbot
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Religious extremist terrorism speedrun any%
