Claw2k11

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

Ah, right, I'm sorry. I'll make sure to show the calculations and the price.

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Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

The Grand Kingdom of Dallin

TURN 1. October, 1814 to March, 1815.

Incoherent noises were passing through the room of the Dallin parliament buildings. Yet again, the ministers, the governors of all the regions in the country and nobles were arguing about what to do next, yet none could convince anyone else to their point of view at all. He would be amazed if this parliament would be able to decided upon anything in the future.

It was easier back when the king of Dallin decided what should have been done, nobody would have bickered and instead, all the nobles and governors would simply have nodded in agreement to the decisions of the monarch. It was all thanks to Titus Junius Cato and his Civitas Imperium. The combined armies of Azreka and Dallin faced the much smaller Civitan army in combat and shamefully lost.

With the army in shambles, some nobles of the realm almost decided that to avoid the wrath of the Civitan army was to turn their proud kingdom into a republic. However, the royal family was loved and a royalist faction was founded should liberal faction of the country decide to depose the king. However, the liberals were not idiots and decided that outright banning the monarchy would tear this country into a civil war, so they did something that appeased both the monarchists and allowed them to turn the nation into a quasi-republic.

They allowed the king to remain as monarch of the nation, but only in name. In truth, he had little power and was only a figurehead of the nation rather than a true monarch like his female counterpart in Azreka who had absolute power over her people.

"Quiet!" a large booming voice that both disrupted his train of thought and quieted all the bickering in the room. The man who had done that was the Minister of the interior, Aldius Hennan. "We're bickering like children, while our once proud kingdom is slowly falling to pieces, we need to be more united if Dallin is to prosper like it once did!"

The booming voice quieted down the lesser people such as some nobles or governors. But another man arose, a old man in his mid fifties. He had soft features for a man engaged in politics and a soft voice, this was Odrian Karmill, the minister of Foreign Relations. "I agree, while our economy is among the strongest on The Continent, it has grown quite stagnant, so I propose that we establish a trade agreement with our close ally, Azreka, that will help our economy quite a lot and strengthen our relations with our good ally."

Not many people argued with this and while they did not agree out loud, most of them murmured support of this decision. Odrian, with a pleased smile on his face, sat down back in his seat, though he knew that the man had many more ideas in his head.

"Good, and now that our economy will gain strength, I propose that were begin retraining our armies!" another man about the same age as Odrian rose. His features, however were much harder on the man, this was the Minister of the Army Pettrus Matthius. "Our army has grown too lax since our defeat, we need to show that our military is still one to be reckoned with!"

Nobody dared to contradict this man, not because it was such a bright idea, but because the man had a very intimidating figure. Almost everyone murmured in support of this, but mostly in fear of the large man not because of any other reason.

"I am glad to see that everyone is on board with these ideas, now, let me propose my own ideas!" Aldius spoke, and everyone looked at him with interest, even Adelius was slightly interested of what proposition this man offer. "We need to improve our nation's roads, but we must also research better ways to improve our economy other than simple trade routes!" he declared and many people agreed, among them, Adelius.

"Nay, we must improve our army's strength!" Pettrus Matthius declared. "Azreka may be a strong ally, but we must be able to take care of ourselves, we can't count on them for protection!" he shouted and quite a few people declared their support for that notion.

Adelius, wanting to prevent the room from being erupting into a incoherent mess of voices rose from his seat and declared. "Then we will have a vote for this!" Adelius declared. "Everyone will write which of the two research options they desire and after we will count the votes."

A ballot was placed in the middle of the room and slowly, one by one, each man placed his opinion in the ballot. After about 30 minutes, the final vote had been placed by Adelius himself, for he was selected to count the votes from the 100 people.

After counting the votes for a few minutes, Adelius raised his had and declared. "The votes are as follows, 48 votes for focusing our researches in economy, 39 for focusing our researches on the military and 12 people are indecisive. It had been decided, we will focus our researches in ways to improve our economy!"

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- Action 1: Trade Agreement with Azreka= +4 Economic Rating/year
- Action 2: Military Exercises
- Action 3: Build Road between Odria and Ovelius
- Naval Ship Assignment: None
- [Demobilization] - [Mobilization]
- Research Priorities:
-Economic[Normal]
-Army[Low]

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

Well, considering the close alliance with Azreka, they joined whatever side Azreka joined.

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

@Theodorable

Oh, good, because me and NecroKnight made one. Hope it's of a good enough quality.

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

The Kingdom of Dallin and the Kingdom of Azreka

Summer of 1812

Merebelle was currently stationed in the capital of Highwall. The massive city being both a beautiful sight and a strong fortress in its own right. It had been built during a time, when the great barbarian tribes had ruled these lands - and for all their curts of being brutes, the tribes of these lands knew how to use stone.

The city itself was then, some centuries ago improved upon - it still retained its older feeling. Like ancient warrior spirits were watching over its inhabitants - since no invasion had managed to wretch the Azrekan people from this city.

She was currently, sitting with several other prominent leaders, both military and foreign - two Colonels and a noted ambassador from the Kingdom of Dallin. Her father was commanding their men on the front lines - he was known for being the typical Azrekan; hard, gruffy and meaning hard-work instead of sitting in a stuffy castle. Instead that honor was left to Merebelle Light - she was in charge, of keeping the supplies running, reserves on the move and aid coming through.

“Our forces, are strong. But they have been reporting heavy rain,” spoke Merebelle, trailing her hand on a map - she was mostly around to ensure, that royal decour was held and that anything went approved by the Royal seal. “Colonel Jubarkin, make sure Wargroup White gets that extra powder they need. Water can be both a pain and a blessing.”

“Yes, Serah Light,” replied Jubarkin, having his aid write down the needed orders that needed to be done. He and his fellow Colonel Abathur was in charge of the Suppliment and Reserves Division - or in short, both were now arm-chair soldiers whose job was to make sure the front stay supplied - hence being the ‘main powers’ currently in the Kingdom. Merebelle was just there, to make sure that no rivalries would threaten their campaign against the Tyrants of Liberalism.

“-further more I-” spoke Merebelle, before somebody barged into their room, breathing heavily. It looked to be a messenger, and judging by his outfit and appearance - somebody who had travelled a long way.

“Your Majesties, I pardon the sudden arrival. But-” he spoke, handing Merebelle Light, a letter. Said ‘Princess’ soon opening it and her eyes widening heavily.

“Our….Viscount….Archibald Light...is dead,” she said, with sadness in her tone - before it got tinted with anger. “...murdered by assassins! This became personal - I want these Tyrants burned on the stake for this, cowardly act!”

“My lady, if I may speak!” the ambassador said, finally rising from his seat. “The assasins could have been from other nation, not from liberal tyrants, someone who wants to see your country become vulnerable and weak.” he said, moments later, however, he shook his head.

“You must also remember your duty as the head of the family and produce an heir, should you die, my queen!” he says with a knowing smile. “And now to the reason I came here my lady.” he said clearing his throat.

“The new king Adelius Odrius asks for a royal marriage between our dynasties, to finally tie our eternal alliance together. He also wishes to say that should you refuse this, the Kingdom of Dallin will still support you without hesitation against any who may threaten your rule!” with that, the man now waited for the new queen’s answer.

She looked at Jubarkin and Abathur - whom didn’t look as offended as one might expect. “He does make a good point, Viscountess. We are at war, and the death of our previous leader might hit the nation hard. Stability is required.”

“So my father, was just killed and you people are already expecting me to ‘get busy’?” she asked, rather insulted at that.

“It’s the brutal truth of this war, Viscountess Light - some other kingdoms have been destroyed in this senseless war,” spoke Abathur. “Azrekan has maintained its stability due to our sheer strength and will. Many of us have worked, and done things we dislike - but it has been for the betterment of our nation. You know, what your father would say?”

Merebelle sighed at that, shaking her head. “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few,” she grumbled, rubbing her head. “Alright. Fine! Send word to your king Odrius - ambassador. Stating that, we will be married - under the conditions that any son or heir, that would take the Azrekan throne would take the surname Light. And it happening, AFTER we have crushed these upstart peasants. Until then, send word that an engagement can be arranged for the time being - to lessen the fear and ensure stability.”

The ambassador shivered for a moment and said, still smiling. “My lady, if all children will have the name Light, then our king’s own dynasty would end abruptly here. He is the only one of his dynasty left. At least allow that the second son keep the surname Odrius so that our own people may be at ease, my lady.” the man, wishing to seem respectful, knelt in front of her, hoping that it would make her at least a bit more lenient.

“I suppose, we can work out the surnames later. Its the request that the sons who would want to rule Azrekan have the Light surname - so my line wouldn’t die down. Any other smaller details we can work out after the war.”

The ambassador was a bit distraught at having the continuity of the Odrius line called a small detail, however, he felt relieved that the queen had accepted the terms and bowed before her. “I will send a messenger to inform his Highness, though I am quite sure he will agree to your terms, my lady, may your rule as eternal as the alliance between our two nations!”

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Please note that this is a collab post between myself and @NecroKnight