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I'll take the next turn and post the results this weekend. I was thinking of doing more of a summary than turn-by-turn update, so that's fine for me!
I think if a player wants to take less than 20 turns, seeing as how it can take so long now, that should be OK.
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gillskill
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The reign of Gillskill III will be remembered, if at all, as a time of peacefull growth. Coming to power at a time of anarchy that was sweeping the empire he soon established a democracy that became a beacon of peace and freedom across the world.
He kept France out of the wars that were raging across the Eastern Continent and were seeing the Egyptians slowly being torn apart. Instead he concentrated on a programme of massive city improvements. Libraries, market-places, courthouses, cathedrals etc sprung up all over the empire.
The funds for the public expenditure came as result of the helpful trades that he had negotiated. Seeing as Bach's Cathedral was soon approaching completion he sold the knowledge of Music Theory throughout the world, and enjoyed a little laugh as copies were started in almost all countries. The only real competition came from the Aztecs, but his spies imformed him that they were still a spire or two behind.
The vast building works in the Valley of Kings led to what had once been such a pleasant region being reduced to a polluted mess. The once clear water of Flumen Ordis was now no more than an open sewer - the stench washing over the palace.
In order to alleviate the overcrowding in his cities 3 new towns were founded on unused land in the Empire. Leyles in the clearer air in the hills north of the Valley of the Kings, Neuville in the Green Valley, and Oasville in the former English deserts.
Science continued at a vast pace in the new democracy, advances only taking 4 turns, with still more than 200 gold each turn to the treasury.
The new advances allowed the start on buildings to entice Newton and Shakespeare to the land of freedom. At his death no others in the world had started them, and he had the plans for Smith's Trading Company on file. His body was laid to rest in the crypt of Bach's Cathedral, confident that it would soon be completed over his remains.
The armed forces were somewhat neglected during his reign, with the once conquering army put on border patrol, and eyeing the city of Troy - a disgraceful blot on the french landscape, but something that could no doubt be sorted out by future generations.
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Sir Ralph
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Long live teh Schwampel!
Dec 2001
time: 06:17
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After the death of Gillskill III, the French parliament elected the second president of the democratic France. He was a priest and formerly the clerical leader of one of the oldest French cities. His name was Cardinal Claude de Saint Ralph. At the begin of his governance France was a peaceful, big, rich and enlightened country, but with a hopelessly outclassed military. Although de Saint Ralph did not intend military actions, he was aware, that this had to be changed, to secure the French leadership over the World.
1430: Emperor Caesar of Rome came to France to an official visit. One of his wishes was the exchange of World maps. Cardinal de St. Ralph agreed to give him the high quality French world map in exchange for his worthless one, 16 gold and 1 gold per turn.
1435-40: Several cities were ordered to train Knights, in order to have a mobile military force.
1445: The evil Persians were reported to have completed Johann Sebastian Bachs Cathedral in their puny village Gordium, 15 years before the construction of the French variant would be finished. So many work seemed to be wasted. But Cardinal de Saint-Ralph found an investor for the almost completed building: A former Scottish economist named Adam Smith promised to rebuild it in 15 years to form a Trade Company.
1450: French scientists discovered Magnetism and were told to work on Military tradition. According to our scientists France entered a new age, the so called Industrial era. A new city was founded in the Glittering mountains: Saint Albray. The prophets have foreseen, that sometimes it would be famous for great French cheese. Cardinal de St. Ralph signed the "Bill of Troy". He promised to spend lots of money, about 2500 gold, to finish Libraries and Cathedrals in the 3 nearby formerly English and now French cities, in order to seduce the miserable citizens of Troy with the high French culture.
1455: The treacherous Persians cancelled the Silk for Ivory and 1 gold deal. They weren't willing to sell their silk for a reasonable amount of money, so the Cardinal told them to use their silks as toilet paper, France won't need it, and sold them the valuable French ivory for 27 gold per turn instead.
1460: Adam Smith finished his Trading Company in Minas-Morgul. And the people rejoyced that much, that they will make more production and gold for 100 years. Historians will call this later the Golden Age of France. The French income was vastly increased, we are making 887 gold per turn at this point. De St. Ralph ordered to use this gold for funding the Bill of Troy.
1465: The foreign advisor reported, that the rampant Chinese destroyed Egypt.
1470: Military tradition was discovered, and our scientists are working on Nationalism now. To increase their performance, the science funds were increased to 90%.
1475: Minas-Morgul is ordered to construct a Military Academy.
1490: Nationalism was discovered, and our researchers work on Steam Power now.
1495: The Cardinal ordered to train all French pikemen to use rifles, thus doubling their defense power and increasing their attack skills by factor 4. 2550 gold coins from the French treasury were spent, and no doubt, they were all but wasted! The French gold has almost ran out. The technology of Metallurgy was sold to all other countries. Persia paid with silks. 
1500: Edaron finished the work on Newton's university and was told to construct the Wall street stock exchange. The US city of Philadelphia was reported to have finished Magellan's voyage. Port Baguette at the INI was ambushed by ancient Aztec Warriors. They attacked with stone axes and were, of course, no match for our newly trained Riflemen unit. Without all reason, the Aztec declared war on us! As counterstrike a French Cavalry unit was directed to Tepetlaoxtoc and defeated a Spear chucker unit there.
1505: Awaiting, but not fearing the Aztec assault, de St. Ralph ordered about ten cavalry units to the former Russia, but they may need 15-20 years for the trip. About the same force is awaiting the enemy in former India. We know, that Bismarck has a Right of Passage agreement with the Aztecs. Our strategy is, to let the Aztec army come through Germany to attack us and then drag our former ally Germany in the war by signing a Mutual protection pact. The Aztec army will be stuck and eliminated in Germany. To check the German moods, we signed a Right of Passage agreement with them already this year and Bismarck signed it not hesitating. Our scientists discovered Steam power. We have 3 coal deposits so far, 1 connected and 2 not yet connected. The Greek city of Troy has another 2. It will, no doubt, defect some day to mighty France.
1510: Another Spearman unit killed in Cavalry attack at Tepetlaoxtoc at the INI.
1515: An English poet named Shakespeare finished to build his theater in Saint Ralph. Tepetlaoxtoc has fallen to our Cavalry. We have now 2 cities at the INI.
1520: An Aztec assault force of 2 Knights, a few Spearmen and Jaguar warriors overran our border patrol near Yakutsk, killing an anyway obsolete Swordsman unit. Our Cavalry is not yet there. To hold the city, another Swordsman unit was ordered to backup the Rifleman in Yakutsk. As foreseen, Germany signed a Mutual Protection Pact on the even without making problems, and declared war on the Aztecs. Our border patrols reported German Knights fighting with the main Aztec forces inside Germany.
1525: Our Cavalry arrived in the former Russian province of France, cleaning it from the rest of the treacherous Aztecs.
1530: The second French president, Cardinal de Saint Ralph died and was buried in his old Cathedral in St. Ralph.
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Sir Ralph
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Long live teh Schwampel!
Dec 2001
time: 06:17
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That's it folks. Good luck Fredric Drum!
Shortly:
- I automated (Shift-A) most workers (they are getting boring), so if you don't like that, change it back.
- I would not attack the Aztecs directly (war weariness), although if you want, go ahead. Your forces are waiting in former Russia and India, with a small reserve in the Valley of Kings.
- We discovered Industrialization in the last turn (I forgot to mention it in the summary), don't forget the Universal suffrage, may be after building the first factory somewhere in the center. As for Wonders, the Hoover dam is pretty cool, I suggest to beeline for Electronics.
To all: We haven't a Forbidden palace yet, thoughts? ideas?
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gillskill
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FP - as far north as possible, I think.
About the patch - does anyone know if it works with old saved games? Do we all need to update before we go any further?
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FNBrown
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of the Sierra Nevada foothills
Dec 2001
time: 21:17
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The Reign of Emperor Franklin III
Introduction, Part One
It was a brisk autumn morning in the year 1530 when Reginald Escargot entered the main gate of the great palace on his first day as Captain of the Guard. He had been selected by the Minister of Defense to command the elite company of musketeers that would serve as the personal bodyguards to the Emperor of France.
The fact that France was currently without an emperor did not deter him from feeling a great sense of pride over his new station.
Reginald was waved through the guard station and dismounted his steed at the foot of the steps leading into the main building. He patted the animal affectionately on the neck; the stallion, who he had named “Man ‘O War,” was a spectacular thoroughbred of fine breeding and possessing legendary speed. Reginald made a tidy profit standing him at stud at his ranch north of Edaron in the springtime.
He reported to the Defense Minister Winston Churchill’s office at 8:00 a.m., sharp, just as ordered. Churchill welcomed him in, returned his salute, and then gestured towards the seat in front of his desk.
“Captain Escargot, I’m sending you to London for your first assignment.”
Reginald was a bit taken back. “Sir, I don’t quite follow. I had expected to begin assembling my staff and training my company.”
Churchill furrowed his brow and glared. “Your expectations can be damned. You report to only two people – myself and the emperor. No exceptions. When you are under orders from this office, they supercede all other military authority. This policy has been disbursed throughout the chain of command.”
Still befuddled, Reginald replied, “I meant no insubordination, sir. I was under the impression that I was commanding the palace guard.”
Churchill chuckled. “Palace guard, indeed. Any one of the troops under your command has twice the training and battlefield experience that you do. You were chosen to this post because you were educated, well-connected, and yet, without any significant living relatives; although I am rapidly losing faith in your education. The Emperor’s Guard is that in name only; we have an entire battalion of riflemen in the city to protect our fine capitol. Your unit was formed for special operations that require the immediate attention of myself and the emperor, and are to be undertaken by the most elite military personnel in the world. If you consider yourself more fit to serve as an overpaid guardsman, I suggest you submit your request for transfer to rifle battalion now.”
Reginald shook his head, “No, sir; I’m sure I’m fit for this assignment. I was just unprepared for these orders.”
“You’d better learn to be prepared for anything, Captain. Your job will never be safe nor easy, and your assignments will always be of utmost importance to the Empire of France. We are the world’s largest and most powerful nation, and we paid a heavy price of blood and tears to get here. It is our duty to ensure that we remain mighty; the future of the nation depends upon it.”
Reginald nodded. “Very well, sir. About the London mission…”
Churchill grinned. “You’re to take a small group of cavalry to the city with due haste. Contact Governor Blair and tell him you’re looking for Neville Chamberlain. Bring Chamberlain back to the palace immediately.”
“May I ask why? Mr. Chamberlain will surely inquire as to the nature of his summons.”
“You may tell Mr. Chamberlain that the Empire requires his assistance in locating the Ferus tribe of the Glittering Mountains. You and he will have the rest of your questions answered upon your arrival here. I suggest you hurry to the barracks now. You can make Dover by nightfall if you depart immediately.” Churchill leaned forward and passed a sealed document to Reginald, then took a cigar from the humidor on his desk.
“Will there be anything else, sir?”
Churchill lit the cigar and then replied, “No, you’re dismissed, Captain. Good luck.”
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FNBrown
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of the Sierra Nevada foothills
Dec 2001
time: 21:17
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The Reign of Emperor Franklin III
Introduction - Part Two
Reginald entered the barracks adjacent to the palace. It wasn’t much more than a furnished warehouse, with rows of bunks and lockers along one wall and a few offices along another. The rest of the space was occupied with a few tables and mostly storage of various armaments. There were about a dozen men playing cards at one of the tables, and a few others reading or sleeping in bunks, or working in offices. When one of the men at the card game saw him enter, he jumped to his feet, saluted, and barked, “Ten-Hut!” The rest of the men got up and saluted in similar fashion.
“At ease,” Reginald ordered. “Who’s the senior office here?”
A large, muscular man with a graying crew-cut stepped forward. “That would be me, sir. Master Sergeant Louis Cologne at your service.”
“Sergeant Cologne, I need the four fastest riders we have mounted and ready to leave in ten minutes. We’re only going to London and back, so provisions can be light, but we’re at war, so arm them accordingly. We’ll be taking one extra horse with us.”
“Yes sir. Anything else?”
“That’s all. I’ll be waiting in the courtyard. Carry on”
Sergeant Cologne began giving orders as Reginald turned to leave. By the time he retrieved Man ‘O War from the palace and returned to the yard in front of the barracks, Cologne and three other men were already mounted and waiting.
“Gentleman, we’ll take care of the introductions when we stop at Dover for the night. Keep your eyes peeled for wandering Aztecs. Let’s move.”
The trip to London was uneventful. Reginald and his men arrived at Buckingham Palace at about six in the evening, and demanded to see the Governor immediately. Their orders from Churchill were sufficient to interrupt the Governor’s evening meal as he joined them in his office at the palace.
“What’s this about?” demanded the Governor. The people of London were of almost entirely British descent, and while England had been assimilated by the French Empire many years ago, there was still a great deal of pride amongst the English, and, in Tony Blair’s case, a bit of indignation at having his dinner truncated.
Reginald presented his orders to the Governor. “You are to direct us to the residence of one Neville Chamberlain immediately.”
Blair grunted. “Hmph. That won’t be a problem. Neville and I are well acquainted. But this can wait until the morning. You don’t need to be disturbing the man at this hour.”
Reginald glared. “Mr. Blair, I am here on official and urgent imperial business. I have been authorized to use whatever means I deem necessary to complete my mission with all due haste. That includes replacing you with an official that is more willing to obey the orders of the Empire without such hesitation.”
Blair raised an eyebrow. “Well. There’s no need to get cross about it. I’ll have one of my men take you to his estate right now.”
The Chamberlain estate was a large stone house not far from the center of London, surrounded by several acres of pasture and woods, and bordered by a low stone wall. Reginald knocked on the door and was greeted by a man who looked to be in his late twenties. “Yes? What can I do for you gentlemen?”
Reginald replied. “We’re looking for Neville Chamberlain.”
“That’d be me.”
“Begging your pardon, sir, but I was told to expect an older gentleman.”
“I’m Neville Chamberlain, Junior. My father has been dead for three years.”
Reginald, despite his attempts to follow Churchill’s advice, was not prepared for this. “That is unfortunate. We were sent here to retrieve Mr. Chamberlain so that he may assist us in locating the Ferus Tribe.”
Neville nodded. “Dad talked about them all the time. I always figured he was kind of delusional – said that the ghost of some emperor led him to these barbarians in the mountains, where he brought back the man that ended up being Emperor Franklin the Second. I think all those years he spent in prison kind of screwed him up.”
“Regardless, the Empire believes your father may have been able to find the Ferus Tribe. Perhaps he left a map?” Reginald held his breath.
“Dad kept a whole bunch of journals and papers from those days in a chest in his study. Hang on, and I’ll get it for you.”
Neville returned shortly with a small mahogany box. “I suppose you’ll want to take this with you.”
Reginald nodded. “I’m afraid I’ll have to be taking you with me, too.”
Neville protested. “What for? I don’t know anything about this!”
“Please don’t be difficult. I was ordered to bring Neville Chamberlain of London back to Markopolis, and you’re the only one about that fits the order. This is of critical importance to the Empire, and I suggest you comply.”
It was at this point that Neville noticed the four grim (and well armed) musketeers standing behind Reginald. He excused himself to pack his things, then joined the men on the way out of town.
Sergeant Cologne rode up alongside Reginald as they left the city. “Beggin’ your pardon, sir, but why didn’t we just stay the night in the barracks at London?”
“We can make Nottingham before it’s too late, and if we depart at first light in the morning, we can be back in Markopolis by tomorrow evening.”
“You think that’s wise with the civilian in tow?”
“If it were the old man, I’d take it slow; but our Mr. Chamberlain is young enough to endure a hard day’s ride. He’ll be a little saddle-sore by this time tomorrow, but none the worse for wear. Defense Minister Churchill was quite emphatic about the urgency of this mission.”
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