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Okay, here's my alternate history, which I'm actually still in the process of writing.
It's called "GLORY OF THE EMPIRE", and it basically takes an interesting "Great Man" type of Point of Divergence, and goes from there. Basically: Holy Roman Empire becomes united and strong.
the story is told from a 3rd person limited viewpoint of various soldiers on both sides of the conlfict, HRE and Britain.
The story actually starts off in the last battle of the French campaign, but the rest of it is the war with Britain.
Part I
Chapter 1
The year is 1796. In a shocking political move, a Thurungian man known only as 'Vandox' was elected Holy Roman Emperor. In a few short years, 1790-1795, he managed to unify a land torn by old medieval rivalries, centralize authority, and establish a permanent armed force for the Holy Roman Empire. The Old Reich had finally been brought back to its old glory. This was not all, however, that he accomplished. He led the Imperial Armies to victory over the small Italian states. Then, he proceeded to annex the Hapsburg territories, and then attacked Spain. The Iberian Peninsula was in their hands by 1793. By that time, all of central Europe was one united Empire. Prussia was conquered by 1794. It was later on, in 1796 that Vandox I, Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nations, invaded France. His troops crossed the Rhine and obliterated the French Army at several pivotal battles. They have pushed the French to their capitol city, Paris.
'Feuer am Willen! Zweites Bataillon, grenzen nach links an! Drittes Bataillon, grenzen nach rechts an! Bewegen Sie, bewegen Sie! Gelangen Sie Ihren Esel an die vordere Linie, jetzt!' A German officer shouted. The battle was raging outside of the city of Paris, men dying and bleeding. In the fields, the Imperial 5th West Regiment, totaling only 9,000 men, had engaged a force of a hundred thousand French infantrymen. Despite the number disadvantage, the German troops had breech loading rifled muskets, a technological wonder at the time. The Imperial generals also had a better understanding of infantry tactics, and flanking maneuvers. They still were, of course, only human.
'Oberst von Rucker, Verstaekungen sind angekommen! Ich denke, dass wir diese Schlacht gewinnen konnten!' A lower officer said to Colonel Tristan von Rucker, commanding officer of the Fifth Regiment. Von Rucker was a grizzled veteran of the Imperial Wars of Unification, leading the famous charge into Koenigberg, and was crucial in the Battle of Lyon, securing Burgundy for the Empire. Now, he was faced with possibly the most daunting task of his career: using only nine thousand men, plus a few reinforcements, he must take the fields outside of Paris, in order to successfully besiege the city. Standing in his way were over 150,000 French soldiers, infantry and cavalry. His men had only a few advantages, and many more disadvantages. He needed a miracle to pull this off.
A thousand cuirassiers - heavy cavalry with steel breastplates and swords, rode up to the front to join the battle. It was complete and utter chaos: rows of infantry firing into French lines, men falling, bleeding, and screaming; it was horrifying. Cannons roared in the distance. Explosive shells impacted into the ground, and sent shrapnel flying into enemy soldiers. Hundreds of soldiers lay in the muddy fields, screaming. Their blood mixed with the soil, and soaked the land.
Private Friederich Goldwald, a young, lightly built Bavarian recruit, marched into the battlefield. His light yellow hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring his vision temporarily. His pale gray eyes glared at the wall of French troops, reloading after firing a salvo of musketballs. He heard Lieutenant Rudolf der Geist giving the order to fire, and he brought his rifle to bear. He took aim, and fired. He saw his target, a French cavalryman, fell off his horse, and collapsed onto the ground. The enemy soldiers also fired into them, taking down a few next to Friederich. He heard a deep, rough, trumpet sound. He knew what it meant, and threw himself to the ground. A sudden, deafening thunderclap of cannonfire resounded across the field. Several cannon shells flew over his head, and crashed into the advancing French lines. Explosions shattered the enemy's morale, and they turned. The French troops were running away, stumbling over one another to get back to the city. Friederich was elated, but not surprised. He, and thousands of other troops pushed themselves up, and started after the enemy troops.
They quickly reloaded their rifles, and fired, taking down several retreating enemies. The Imperial troops were trained since day one at training camp that cowards have no place in the battlefield, nor do traitors. Even the French cavalrymen, long renowned for their bravery under fire, charged up a low rise towards their commanding officer.
Suddenly, the French troops stopped at the low rise, and turned. They fired their muskets at the Imperial line. The surprise salvo of lead dropped nearly the entire front line. Many in the second and third line were hit and severely wounded. Friederich felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his knees buckled. He lost control of his legs, and fell to his knees in the grass. He felt his abdomen getting warmer, and he put his hand on the place he had been hit. He withdrew his palm when he realized that he was bleeding. He looked at his hand, and gasped hoarsely. It was slathered in blood. His off-white coat was stained in the blood, and he collapsed entirely. In his peripheral hearing, he caught the sound of a German yelling, 'Wir benoetigen einen Arzt! Hier jetzt!'
Two men ran up to him, and lifted him off the ground. His vision started to blur after that, and he noticed that the two men were combat physicians. His sight went black, but he still heard the cries of wounded and dying men. He still heard musket shots, and cannons booming in the distance. He still heard his heart beating and the thuds of dead bodies around him...
Chapter 2
Friederich awoke to the sounds of groaning and wailing people. He opened his eyes, and saw that he was in a medical tent. Physicians were working on wounded men, using all sorts of devices to pull musketballs from people’s bodies, and sewing up cuts and gashes. As he tried to sit up in his cot, Friederich felt an ache in his abdomen, and remembered that he had been hit. A doctor walked up to him and said, 'Sie waren gluecklich, dass Kugel nicht Ihren Dorn schlug. Sie konnten gestorben sein.'
“Ja,†He agreed.
He still heard the sounds of war outside the tent. Dull thumps echoed in the distance. They must be a good way away from the battlefront. He lay on the cot for hours. Suddenly, he heard the doctors talking quickly, muttering things about the enemy moving closer, and that it was imperative that the wounded be moved to a safer place.
A few orderlies came by and picked up his bed. They carried him outside, where a scene from hell was plastered into the surroundings: tents were burning; bodies lay scattered across the camp, full of holes. The French troops had been here, and they would be back to do more harm. The wounded were loaded into medical wagons, and were taken away, to the backup position. If the French troops managed to get to that point, the Imperial forces would have nowhere to go. They would face their first defeat in the French Campaign, if that happened.
The medical wagons moved off to the safe zone, and unloaded the wounded. Colonel von Rucker was there, directing troops. He shouted for the orderlies to set up new tents, and load the wounded men into them. Friederich caught only a glance on the officer's face. He had combat scars coursing along his forehead, through one eye, and from his mouth to his chin. A sensation of fear and awe ran up Friederich's spine.
Several hours passed, and no sound was heard. Many more reinforcements came, about five thousand. The Imperial forces were strained on the Danube in the south, and Russia in the east. Only about 100,000 men were engaged in France, compared to over one million troops fighting and dying in the other fronts. Plus, numerous garrisons in the kingdoms and duchies that comprise the Holy Roman Empire, and conquered nations such as Denmark, Holland, and Poland. The regiments at Paris, numbering about 13,000 men now, were significantly outnumbered, were low on ammo, and had no where to retreat.
The soldiers braced themselves for the bloodshed ahead.
Chapter 3
Eugen von Otterbach stood and watched, his steel-blue eyes glaring over the horizon, waiting for the enemy to show themselves. His “Ritterkreuz von der Heiliges Roemisches Reich der deutschen Nationen', or 'Knight's Cross of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nations', gleamed on his pale-blue uniform, the uniform of a Bavarian Ranger. The Rangers were a special combat division within the Imperial military, tasked with using unconventional tactics to gain the advantage of the enemy. Eugen was a proud man, coming from a family with a tradition of serving the Emperor, all the way back to the Crusades. His jet-black hair was cropped short, so that it did not get in his eyes. He lay upon a short hill, hidden by tall grasses, and held a Model 1795 breech loading rifled musket, capable of downing a man at 300 meters, unheard of with weapons in use by other nations; it was also equipped with a 5x-zoom scope, and used smokeless gunpowder cartridges.
Then, he heard drums. A fife. The enemy army was coming. A conch shell blew, and the Imperial troops readied themselves at the front line, loading their rifles, and taking positions in the grass, preparing to use a tactic that was quite effective: the spring-up. Emperor Vandox had devised the spring-up tactic while he was in the service of the Dutch military. The key of the tactic was to have a line of soldiers lying down in tall grass, out of view of an advancing enemy. When the enemy gets in range, they 'spring-up' and open fire, then duck back down, while the main line of soldiery blasts into the second line of the enemy. It was an ingenious tactic, and usually worked.
Eugen and his squad moved to a more forward position, and began to fire upon the advancing French. He targeted officers and sergeants. This would, in theory, demoralize the enemy and cause fear in their ranks. Hopefully, it would cause them to rout and surrender. The French approached.
As soon as the enemy came within 100 meters, a line of soldiers sprung up from the grass, and fired into the French soldiers. They ducked, and the line behind them fired. The first and second French lines dropped, dead or wounded. The remaining troops loaded their weapons and took aim. The muzzle-loading muskets did not fire quickly enough, and the French troops were felled very quickly, and began to run.
Eugen and his four squadmates ran down the hill, and began to fire indiscriminately, no longer picking their targets. There was no need to, for the enemy troops were in a full retreat. He ran to the rear lines, and asked the Captain permission to lead a charge after them.
'Ja selbstverstaendlich Leutnant. Setzen Sie an Ihre Ruestung, und folgen Sie ihnen!' the Captain replied.
Eugen ran to the rear lines, and donned his cuirassier's armor. He mounted his horse and charged into the front. He shouted for the troops to follow him, and they charged after the French enemies. Other cavalry followed him, and gunfire rang out, killing many French troops. Eugen heard many booming reports, and saw cannonballs racing over his head, and crashed into the retreating enemies. He also saw several Frenchmen being tossed into the air by the force of the explosive shells.
Eugen came alongside a French soldier, and lopped off his head. The enemy collapsed, dead. Imperial dragoons and carabineers rode along the flanks of the running French, and opened fire. The short-range muskets tore through several enemies, and dropped a great many of them within minutes.
The Imperials chased the routing French all the way back to the fields, and continued to cut them down. Only 127 French soldiers returned to the gates of Paris, and quickly ran inside; but, not before Imperial Lancers impaled over forty of them.
It was a decisive victory, ending with over a hundred and fifty thousand French casualties, nearly 99% of their defensive force. The Imperial forces had lost a great many, as well. Four and half thousand combined forces from Germany, Western Poland, and Hungary had perished, and nearly twice as many were severely wounded. Still, Eugen thought after the battle, we won.
They had won the battle of Paris, and now the siege began. Total victory was within their grasp.
A 10-day siege consumed Paris, and the French surrendered on November 3rd, 1796. It took twenty more days to pacify the resistance. In the aftermath, France was made a protectorate under the governance of a Savoyard General, from the island Corsica, named Napoleon Bonaparte. A large part of eastern France, including Lorraine, Burgundy, Provence, and Western Flanders was ceded to the H.R.E. The war in Russia continued, as did the war along the Danube. By early 1797, both wars had ended after the sacking of Kiev, and the capture of Sofia.
It's called "GLORY OF THE EMPIRE", and it basically takes an interesting "Great Man" type of Point of Divergence, and goes from there. Basically: Holy Roman Empire becomes united and strong.
the story is told from a 3rd person limited viewpoint of various soldiers on both sides of the conlfict, HRE and Britain.
The story actually starts off in the last battle of the French campaign, but the rest of it is the war with Britain.
Part I
Chapter 1
The year is 1796. In a shocking political move, a Thurungian man known only as 'Vandox' was elected Holy Roman Emperor. In a few short years, 1790-1795, he managed to unify a land torn by old medieval rivalries, centralize authority, and establish a permanent armed force for the Holy Roman Empire. The Old Reich had finally been brought back to its old glory. This was not all, however, that he accomplished. He led the Imperial Armies to victory over the small Italian states. Then, he proceeded to annex the Hapsburg territories, and then attacked Spain. The Iberian Peninsula was in their hands by 1793. By that time, all of central Europe was one united Empire. Prussia was conquered by 1794. It was later on, in 1796 that Vandox I, Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nations, invaded France. His troops crossed the Rhine and obliterated the French Army at several pivotal battles. They have pushed the French to their capitol city, Paris.
'Feuer am Willen! Zweites Bataillon, grenzen nach links an! Drittes Bataillon, grenzen nach rechts an! Bewegen Sie, bewegen Sie! Gelangen Sie Ihren Esel an die vordere Linie, jetzt!' A German officer shouted. The battle was raging outside of the city of Paris, men dying and bleeding. In the fields, the Imperial 5th West Regiment, totaling only 9,000 men, had engaged a force of a hundred thousand French infantrymen. Despite the number disadvantage, the German troops had breech loading rifled muskets, a technological wonder at the time. The Imperial generals also had a better understanding of infantry tactics, and flanking maneuvers. They still were, of course, only human.
'Oberst von Rucker, Verstaekungen sind angekommen! Ich denke, dass wir diese Schlacht gewinnen konnten!' A lower officer said to Colonel Tristan von Rucker, commanding officer of the Fifth Regiment. Von Rucker was a grizzled veteran of the Imperial Wars of Unification, leading the famous charge into Koenigberg, and was crucial in the Battle of Lyon, securing Burgundy for the Empire. Now, he was faced with possibly the most daunting task of his career: using only nine thousand men, plus a few reinforcements, he must take the fields outside of Paris, in order to successfully besiege the city. Standing in his way were over 150,000 French soldiers, infantry and cavalry. His men had only a few advantages, and many more disadvantages. He needed a miracle to pull this off.
A thousand cuirassiers - heavy cavalry with steel breastplates and swords, rode up to the front to join the battle. It was complete and utter chaos: rows of infantry firing into French lines, men falling, bleeding, and screaming; it was horrifying. Cannons roared in the distance. Explosive shells impacted into the ground, and sent shrapnel flying into enemy soldiers. Hundreds of soldiers lay in the muddy fields, screaming. Their blood mixed with the soil, and soaked the land.
Private Friederich Goldwald, a young, lightly built Bavarian recruit, marched into the battlefield. His light yellow hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring his vision temporarily. His pale gray eyes glared at the wall of French troops, reloading after firing a salvo of musketballs. He heard Lieutenant Rudolf der Geist giving the order to fire, and he brought his rifle to bear. He took aim, and fired. He saw his target, a French cavalryman, fell off his horse, and collapsed onto the ground. The enemy soldiers also fired into them, taking down a few next to Friederich. He heard a deep, rough, trumpet sound. He knew what it meant, and threw himself to the ground. A sudden, deafening thunderclap of cannonfire resounded across the field. Several cannon shells flew over his head, and crashed into the advancing French lines. Explosions shattered the enemy's morale, and they turned. The French troops were running away, stumbling over one another to get back to the city. Friederich was elated, but not surprised. He, and thousands of other troops pushed themselves up, and started after the enemy troops.
They quickly reloaded their rifles, and fired, taking down several retreating enemies. The Imperial troops were trained since day one at training camp that cowards have no place in the battlefield, nor do traitors. Even the French cavalrymen, long renowned for their bravery under fire, charged up a low rise towards their commanding officer.
Suddenly, the French troops stopped at the low rise, and turned. They fired their muskets at the Imperial line. The surprise salvo of lead dropped nearly the entire front line. Many in the second and third line were hit and severely wounded. Friederich felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his knees buckled. He lost control of his legs, and fell to his knees in the grass. He felt his abdomen getting warmer, and he put his hand on the place he had been hit. He withdrew his palm when he realized that he was bleeding. He looked at his hand, and gasped hoarsely. It was slathered in blood. His off-white coat was stained in the blood, and he collapsed entirely. In his peripheral hearing, he caught the sound of a German yelling, 'Wir benoetigen einen Arzt! Hier jetzt!'
Two men ran up to him, and lifted him off the ground. His vision started to blur after that, and he noticed that the two men were combat physicians. His sight went black, but he still heard the cries of wounded and dying men. He still heard musket shots, and cannons booming in the distance. He still heard his heart beating and the thuds of dead bodies around him...
Chapter 2
Friederich awoke to the sounds of groaning and wailing people. He opened his eyes, and saw that he was in a medical tent. Physicians were working on wounded men, using all sorts of devices to pull musketballs from people’s bodies, and sewing up cuts and gashes. As he tried to sit up in his cot, Friederich felt an ache in his abdomen, and remembered that he had been hit. A doctor walked up to him and said, 'Sie waren gluecklich, dass Kugel nicht Ihren Dorn schlug. Sie konnten gestorben sein.'
“Ja,†He agreed.
He still heard the sounds of war outside the tent. Dull thumps echoed in the distance. They must be a good way away from the battlefront. He lay on the cot for hours. Suddenly, he heard the doctors talking quickly, muttering things about the enemy moving closer, and that it was imperative that the wounded be moved to a safer place.
A few orderlies came by and picked up his bed. They carried him outside, where a scene from hell was plastered into the surroundings: tents were burning; bodies lay scattered across the camp, full of holes. The French troops had been here, and they would be back to do more harm. The wounded were loaded into medical wagons, and were taken away, to the backup position. If the French troops managed to get to that point, the Imperial forces would have nowhere to go. They would face their first defeat in the French Campaign, if that happened.
The medical wagons moved off to the safe zone, and unloaded the wounded. Colonel von Rucker was there, directing troops. He shouted for the orderlies to set up new tents, and load the wounded men into them. Friederich caught only a glance on the officer's face. He had combat scars coursing along his forehead, through one eye, and from his mouth to his chin. A sensation of fear and awe ran up Friederich's spine.
Several hours passed, and no sound was heard. Many more reinforcements came, about five thousand. The Imperial forces were strained on the Danube in the south, and Russia in the east. Only about 100,000 men were engaged in France, compared to over one million troops fighting and dying in the other fronts. Plus, numerous garrisons in the kingdoms and duchies that comprise the Holy Roman Empire, and conquered nations such as Denmark, Holland, and Poland. The regiments at Paris, numbering about 13,000 men now, were significantly outnumbered, were low on ammo, and had no where to retreat.
The soldiers braced themselves for the bloodshed ahead.
Chapter 3
Eugen von Otterbach stood and watched, his steel-blue eyes glaring over the horizon, waiting for the enemy to show themselves. His “Ritterkreuz von der Heiliges Roemisches Reich der deutschen Nationen', or 'Knight's Cross of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nations', gleamed on his pale-blue uniform, the uniform of a Bavarian Ranger. The Rangers were a special combat division within the Imperial military, tasked with using unconventional tactics to gain the advantage of the enemy. Eugen was a proud man, coming from a family with a tradition of serving the Emperor, all the way back to the Crusades. His jet-black hair was cropped short, so that it did not get in his eyes. He lay upon a short hill, hidden by tall grasses, and held a Model 1795 breech loading rifled musket, capable of downing a man at 300 meters, unheard of with weapons in use by other nations; it was also equipped with a 5x-zoom scope, and used smokeless gunpowder cartridges.
Then, he heard drums. A fife. The enemy army was coming. A conch shell blew, and the Imperial troops readied themselves at the front line, loading their rifles, and taking positions in the grass, preparing to use a tactic that was quite effective: the spring-up. Emperor Vandox had devised the spring-up tactic while he was in the service of the Dutch military. The key of the tactic was to have a line of soldiers lying down in tall grass, out of view of an advancing enemy. When the enemy gets in range, they 'spring-up' and open fire, then duck back down, while the main line of soldiery blasts into the second line of the enemy. It was an ingenious tactic, and usually worked.
Eugen and his squad moved to a more forward position, and began to fire upon the advancing French. He targeted officers and sergeants. This would, in theory, demoralize the enemy and cause fear in their ranks. Hopefully, it would cause them to rout and surrender. The French approached.
As soon as the enemy came within 100 meters, a line of soldiers sprung up from the grass, and fired into the French soldiers. They ducked, and the line behind them fired. The first and second French lines dropped, dead or wounded. The remaining troops loaded their weapons and took aim. The muzzle-loading muskets did not fire quickly enough, and the French troops were felled very quickly, and began to run.
Eugen and his four squadmates ran down the hill, and began to fire indiscriminately, no longer picking their targets. There was no need to, for the enemy troops were in a full retreat. He ran to the rear lines, and asked the Captain permission to lead a charge after them.
'Ja selbstverstaendlich Leutnant. Setzen Sie an Ihre Ruestung, und folgen Sie ihnen!' the Captain replied.
Eugen ran to the rear lines, and donned his cuirassier's armor. He mounted his horse and charged into the front. He shouted for the troops to follow him, and they charged after the French enemies. Other cavalry followed him, and gunfire rang out, killing many French troops. Eugen heard many booming reports, and saw cannonballs racing over his head, and crashed into the retreating enemies. He also saw several Frenchmen being tossed into the air by the force of the explosive shells.
Eugen came alongside a French soldier, and lopped off his head. The enemy collapsed, dead. Imperial dragoons and carabineers rode along the flanks of the running French, and opened fire. The short-range muskets tore through several enemies, and dropped a great many of them within minutes.
The Imperials chased the routing French all the way back to the fields, and continued to cut them down. Only 127 French soldiers returned to the gates of Paris, and quickly ran inside; but, not before Imperial Lancers impaled over forty of them.
It was a decisive victory, ending with over a hundred and fifty thousand French casualties, nearly 99% of their defensive force. The Imperial forces had lost a great many, as well. Four and half thousand combined forces from Germany, Western Poland, and Hungary had perished, and nearly twice as many were severely wounded. Still, Eugen thought after the battle, we won.
They had won the battle of Paris, and now the siege began. Total victory was within their grasp.
A 10-day siege consumed Paris, and the French surrendered on November 3rd, 1796. It took twenty more days to pacify the resistance. In the aftermath, France was made a protectorate under the governance of a Savoyard General, from the island Corsica, named Napoleon Bonaparte. A large part of eastern France, including Lorraine, Burgundy, Provence, and Western Flanders was ceded to the H.R.E. The war in Russia continued, as did the war along the Danube. By early 1797, both wars had ended after the sacking of Kiev, and the capture of Sofia.
CaptainChewbacc
CrankyWookieeGeophysicist
How in the name of all that's holy do Britain, France, and Russia just sit on their hands and let this happen? That's draka-level character shields.
Anung Un Rama
Serious Business
Perhaps this is just a possiblity of the multiverse? Its AH after all, and he didn't say that this is a realistic story either.CaptainChewbacc said:
Actually, at the same time as the HRE fighting the French, HRE troops are fighting Russians in the Polish War.CaptainChewbacc said:
Britian is just sitting there, letting France get curbraped, because...well, they're friggin' Britain. They hate France, at least then.
The HRE becomes a cohesive force due to this Vandox person.
I'll post a timeline in a second. I just need to find the damn thing on the other compie an email to this one...
uughhh....
Anung Un Rama
Serious Business
Soon enough, it becomes a world-state and at its height (somewhere around 2089-2150), it develops parachronic machines that allows it to conquer other parallel Earths.Hapsburg said:
You don't have to bitch and whine about it, you know.
Given the circumstances of what I have happen in the alternate history thing of this, what happens is highly viable.
Think of this Emperor Vandox as a sort of...German Napoleon.
Now, here is the timeline of major events in Vandox's life:
August 1st, 1756 – Johann Strohwald is born in Eisenach, Germany, to Leopold and Sophia Strohwald. Leopold is poor musician, working in the concert hall in Eisenach.
May 17th, 1764 – Johann’s mother, Sophia, dies. Johan is eight. Her original name was Sophia Elisabeth von der Saale, heiress of a family of lesser nobility. She was cut off from the inheritance when she married Leopold Strohwald, a commoner. Johann and his father do not inherit her estate.
September 23rd, 1774 – Johann leaves Eisenach to attend the University of Vienna. It is here that he learns the great teachings of the Enlightenment, and also it is at Vienna that he meets and falls in love with Maria Luise van Müller. He studies the political art of oratory, and learns how to use his commanding voice and great genius to get people to follow him. This greatly aids him later in life.
June 7th, 1775 – Johann and Maria are married. Johann’s father, Leopold, is in attendance, as is Maria’s family.
April 22nd, 1776 – Maria gives birth to a son. They name him Vandox the Second (ordinal number), after a Dutch man Johann had known when he lived in Eisenach.
April 30th, 1776 – Johann Strohwald formally changes his name to Vandox. It will be name that millions hall remember for centuries.
February 1781 – Vandox Strohwald-Müller and his family move back to Eisenach, where he gathers a group of men, and form a mercenary regiment, and serve the Dutch Army during the 4th Anglo-Dutch war. They succeed in aiding the Dutch to drive the British out of Holland.
1784-1789 – Vandox begins speaking publicly in Eisenach, and soon all throughout Germany. He calls for a unification of the Germanic duchies and principalities as a cohesive force, working for the betterment of ALL of Germany, instead of for the betterment of each individual state. People listen, and words are spread.
At one particular speech in Frankfurt, dated 1787, one of the more impressionable listeners was the Archbishop of Mainz, and he took Vandox’s message to heart. He informed the other Electors, and the Habsburg Emperor. They listened well to the words Vandox had spoken. They began to think for the betterment of all of the people of the Empire. The Archbishops on Mainz, Trier, and Cologne, along with the Dukes of Prussia and Bavaria, convened at Frankfurt, and overturned the election of Leopold of Habsburg as King of the Romans. This left the Empire without an heir, meaning that the office of Emperor after Josef II would be void, and new one would HAVE to be elected.
February-March 1790 – Emperor Josef II dies February 20th. The Elector of Mainz summons Vandox to Frankfurt, after gathering the other Electors. Vandox, surprised and confused, arrives there in early March. The Electors inform him that they have made a special case for him, that they have listened to his message, and have taken to heart his words. They tell him that they have considered him for candidacy as Holy Roman Emperor. Vandox is taken aback, that the great Princes and Dukes would ever think of electing him as Emperor. After a few days of deliberation, the Habsburg elector of Bohemia concedes his candidacy, and all of the Electors cast their vote for Vandox. He is formally voted in as “Emperor-Elect” on March 17th, 1790. His ‘special case’ caused the Electors to draft a Wahlkapitulation that established new, somewhat absolutist, powers and rights for the Emperor. New powers enacted by Vandox’s 1790 Wahlkapitulation made him the literal, rather than symbolic, overlord of all Imperial fiefs.
April 11th, 1790 – Emperor Vandox calls a Reichstag at Vienna, and the electors, dukes, princes, and sovereigns of the Empire convene. It is here that he drafts his proposal for an Imperial Constitution. In the document, he outlines new laws and decrees that establishes the Emperor as the official, de jure and de facto overlord of ALL Germany, and gives him an unprecedented amount of individual power. It also gave the Habsburg Archduke of Austria the new title of Grand Chancellor of the Empire, acting as a representative of the Emperor in international dealings, or if the Emperor and Crown Prince is ailing. The document also has statements that merge several small states into a collection of larger ones, while still retaining their individual sovereignty. The newly created merged states were each made Electorates, pleasing the somewhat disgruntled leaders. It also would have reformed the Reichhofrat, making it an effective federal body.
After a few revisions, which altered the face of the German Nations, the Reichshofrat ratified the constitution. In effect, the Vienna Reichstag and the constitution changed the Empire from a shattered association of warring German duchies and princedoms into a powerful federal nation-state.
Given the circumstances of what I have happen in the alternate history thing of this, what happens is highly viable.
Think of this Emperor Vandox as a sort of...German Napoleon.
Now, here is the timeline of major events in Vandox's life:
August 1st, 1756 – Johann Strohwald is born in Eisenach, Germany, to Leopold and Sophia Strohwald. Leopold is poor musician, working in the concert hall in Eisenach.
May 17th, 1764 – Johann’s mother, Sophia, dies. Johan is eight. Her original name was Sophia Elisabeth von der Saale, heiress of a family of lesser nobility. She was cut off from the inheritance when she married Leopold Strohwald, a commoner. Johann and his father do not inherit her estate.
September 23rd, 1774 – Johann leaves Eisenach to attend the University of Vienna. It is here that he learns the great teachings of the Enlightenment, and also it is at Vienna that he meets and falls in love with Maria Luise van Müller. He studies the political art of oratory, and learns how to use his commanding voice and great genius to get people to follow him. This greatly aids him later in life.
June 7th, 1775 – Johann and Maria are married. Johann’s father, Leopold, is in attendance, as is Maria’s family.
April 22nd, 1776 – Maria gives birth to a son. They name him Vandox the Second (ordinal number), after a Dutch man Johann had known when he lived in Eisenach.
April 30th, 1776 – Johann Strohwald formally changes his name to Vandox. It will be name that millions hall remember for centuries.
February 1781 – Vandox Strohwald-Müller and his family move back to Eisenach, where he gathers a group of men, and form a mercenary regiment, and serve the Dutch Army during the 4th Anglo-Dutch war. They succeed in aiding the Dutch to drive the British out of Holland.
1784-1789 – Vandox begins speaking publicly in Eisenach, and soon all throughout Germany. He calls for a unification of the Germanic duchies and principalities as a cohesive force, working for the betterment of ALL of Germany, instead of for the betterment of each individual state. People listen, and words are spread.
At one particular speech in Frankfurt, dated 1787, one of the more impressionable listeners was the Archbishop of Mainz, and he took Vandox’s message to heart. He informed the other Electors, and the Habsburg Emperor. They listened well to the words Vandox had spoken. They began to think for the betterment of all of the people of the Empire. The Archbishops on Mainz, Trier, and Cologne, along with the Dukes of Prussia and Bavaria, convened at Frankfurt, and overturned the election of Leopold of Habsburg as King of the Romans. This left the Empire without an heir, meaning that the office of Emperor after Josef II would be void, and new one would HAVE to be elected.
February-March 1790 – Emperor Josef II dies February 20th. The Elector of Mainz summons Vandox to Frankfurt, after gathering the other Electors. Vandox, surprised and confused, arrives there in early March. The Electors inform him that they have made a special case for him, that they have listened to his message, and have taken to heart his words. They tell him that they have considered him for candidacy as Holy Roman Emperor. Vandox is taken aback, that the great Princes and Dukes would ever think of electing him as Emperor. After a few days of deliberation, the Habsburg elector of Bohemia concedes his candidacy, and all of the Electors cast their vote for Vandox. He is formally voted in as “Emperor-Elect” on March 17th, 1790. His ‘special case’ caused the Electors to draft a Wahlkapitulation that established new, somewhat absolutist, powers and rights for the Emperor. New powers enacted by Vandox’s 1790 Wahlkapitulation made him the literal, rather than symbolic, overlord of all Imperial fiefs.
April 11th, 1790 – Emperor Vandox calls a Reichstag at Vienna, and the electors, dukes, princes, and sovereigns of the Empire convene. It is here that he drafts his proposal for an Imperial Constitution. In the document, he outlines new laws and decrees that establishes the Emperor as the official, de jure and de facto overlord of ALL Germany, and gives him an unprecedented amount of individual power. It also gave the Habsburg Archduke of Austria the new title of Grand Chancellor of the Empire, acting as a representative of the Emperor in international dealings, or if the Emperor and Crown Prince is ailing. The document also has statements that merge several small states into a collection of larger ones, while still retaining their individual sovereignty. The newly created merged states were each made Electorates, pleasing the somewhat disgruntled leaders. It also would have reformed the Reichhofrat, making it an effective federal body.
After a few revisions, which altered the face of the German Nations, the Reichshofrat ratified the constitution. In effect, the Vienna Reichstag and the constitution changed the Empire from a shattered association of warring German duchies and princedoms into a powerful federal nation-state.
Anung Un Rama
Serious Business
You should be the one whose an ass. The whole damn point of the story, well Life Eaters, is that those gods are convoluted, bloody avatars created through Necromancy, which involves the sacrifice of a lot of humans. Basically its technology vs dark magic.Hapsburg said:
Anung Un Rama
Serious Business
Just for some jackshit fun.
Can you crossover your story with my story?
Can you crossover your story with my story?
No.
Here's Part II insofar:
Part II
Chapter 1
The wars were over, and Europe was enjoying a period of peace, rare in this continent, but thanks to Vandox, who had suppressed French, Russian, and Ottoman forces, this was now a reality. The Imperial military had recently developed a new weapon system: the lever-action repeater. Emperor Vandox, delighted, decided to display they new weapon by parading his troops at his capitol, Vienna.
The military march music blared. The orchestra under the balcony played “Prinz Eugen Marsch”, and the Imperial troops marched through the main street, holding their new repeater rifles at their shoulders, followed by men on horseback, in full armor, holding lances. The standard –bearers were next, holding massive flagpoles, bearing the flag of the Empire: a black double-headed eagle on a gold field, and red letters “H.R.R.D.N”. Thousands marched through the streets, and Vandox smiled. He was now the most powerful man in Europe, and the Holy Roman Empire was the most powerful nation. Vienna, the capitol of the H.R.E, had become the jewel of Europe. In a few years, it would become the jewel of the world. Vandox was planning for a major renovation project for his capitol, cleaning up many neighborhoods, and rebuilding broken structures. He planned to construct a new palace near the Imperial chancellor’s court. But, of course, that would take many more years, and much more money.
At the moment, he concentrated on replenishing his forces after the wars in France, Russia, and in Bulgaria. They had lost over half a million men, and needed a major restocking of good men. Those wars left many dead, on both sides; but, now, as per the treaties signed at St. Petersburg, Le Havre, and Stara Zagora, these nations were now allies of Germany. They were obligated, thanks to a delicate political maneuver on Vandox’s part, to aid each other or the H.R.E until 1810.
Meanwhile, rumors were being spread around Europe that the British forces in Ireland, at the behest of King George III, were ruthlessly cracking down on Irish Catholics and Irish nationalists, forcing them to disband all political entities and convert to Anglicanism. These rumors had reached the ears of the Pope and even Emperor Vandox.
Vandox himself was a staunch Catholic, and thought of this rumor as the perfect reason for the Empire to attack Britain. After all, he had been planning an invasion of England for a couple years. This rumor positioned him, the Holy Roman Emperor, the vanguard of Catholicism, the strong arm of the Church, in the perfect place in the politics of religion, and in the perfect place to use it to his advantage.
Chapter 2
May 23rd, 1798. Southampton, England, United Kingdom.
The British troops were on the watch from the shoreline, watching for any disturbances. Several Royal Navy first-rates patrolled the channel between France and Sussex. They were on high alert, as rumors of a German invasion had been spread throughout Britain.
After all, British forces had heard tales of a 9,000-man German army taking down a 150,000-strong French force at Paris only two years ago. Other feats of military prowess achieved in Bulgaria and Ukraine had become well-known stories across Europe. Now, those fears had been brought to the doorstep of the British homeland.
Southampton laid just a small ways away from the shoreline. The shore itself was tucked into a narrow inlet, near the Isle of Wight. It would be hard for a ship to get past those natural defenses, never mind the twenty-some odd 100-gun Royal Navy ships.
John Torrington walked along the shoreline, holding his musket and looking out at the sea. It was growing darker, and he was growing tired. Suddenly, he heard dull thumps, and he looked towards the cannon emplacement. An explosive ball of metal struck it, and the cannon flew apart in a ball of fire. John was thrown to the ground, and several soldiers rushed to firing positions, readying their muskets.
John saw one of the British warships split in twain, and it began to sink. This was it, he thought, the invasion is beginning. Cannonballs sailed into the shore, exploding and sending shrapnel into the British infantrymen. No one could see the enemy ships, as there was a thick mist, almost like a fog. Then, John saw it: some two hundred landing boats, each with twenty German infantrymen, which had obviously disembarked from larger warships. The Imperials stood up in the wooden boats and fired their repeating rifles.
John felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and looked down. As he did this, he felt five more bullets pierce his body. He stumbled along the shore, and toppled over a tree-stump, and fell into the sand. The last thing he saw before he died was a boat hitting the shore, and twenty Imperial German infantrymen leaping out, beginning the Invasion of Britain…
Chapter 3
The sun arose from the horizon, and the golden beams of lights stretched across a crater-spattered land. The short battle to control the beach had ended in a total defeat for the British. Dead redcoats lay across the shore, full of holes. A German camp was set up upon the shore, and a base of operations had been set up. Training areas were erected for pikemen and riflemen to practice bayonet and spear fighting. A firing range was also set up, near the barracks, so that the riflemen could continue to hone their shooting skills. Thousands of tents had been set up in the field nearby, and many more troops have landed. All told, there were about 8,000 soldiers clustered on the shores near Southampton. The Imperial Field Marshal, Gebhard von Blucher, sat atop his horse, and surveyed the area. He spotted his men working on a wooden fortification, setting up cannon emplacements, and scouting for enemies.
Suddenly, a young Lieutenant ran up to him, and handed him a small piece of parchment. On it, it detailed that a 10,000-man force of British Infantrymen were on their way to the encampment, intent on taking back the beach. Blucher looked up, and shouted for his officers to get infantry to either hill near the road that led to the field. It was here, that Blucher intended to ambush and “bag” the British force.
Edward Stevens marched along his red-coated compatriots, his musket at his shoulder. As they neared the small canyon leading to the beach, he felt a great sense of pride. They marching to meet and defeat an enemy that had conquered Switzerland and the Italian States, not mention defeating Denmark, Russia, and the Ottoman Empire in several wars, in addition to thoroughly trouncing the French two years earlier.
As they passed under the shade of the trees growing off of the tall mounds, he saw a flicker of movement, but regarded it as nothing. Suddenly, he heard repeated cracks of rifles, and saw several of his allies crumple into the ground. Se stumbled around, and the next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground. He tried standing back up, but felt a searing pain in his leg. He had been hit, and critically. He saw many more men fall.
Then, a loud, booming, roar resounded and echoed off the walls of the low canyon, and cannonballs showered into the British troops. Explosive grenades sailed towards them. Roaring explosions sent men flying, and killed several hundred. Then, he heard an echoing trumpet call, deep and low. Two thousand cavalrymen rode in, behind their position, and Edward felt a pang of fear. German Imperial cavalrymen were among the best in the modern world, and were a greatly feared force. He heard gunshots ringing out. Dragoons, he thought, those bastards! They’re going to shoot us all to hell!
Lieutenant Ulrich von der Pfalz rode atop his horse, wearing the grass-green uniform of a Dragoon. He held his repeating rifle at his shoulder and fired upon the enemy. He sent off several slugs in quick succession, downing several British officers. He looked to his sides, and saw that his compatriots were firing grenades and shells into the enemy position. A block of infantry from the beach, led by von Blucher himself, charged at the enemy British. They were off in the distance.
Ulrich bellowed and charged, hoping to shock the enemy formation by crushing enemies beneath his horse. It was not to be, however. A British marksman managed to get a good shot at his horse, and he heard a pained neighing sound form from his horse’s mouth. The animal collapsed in a heap on the ground, and Ulrich toppled to the ground.
Everything was a blur, and he saw a redcoat fall from a gunshot. Ulrich stayed low, and swung his rifle in a wide arc, and heard a sickening crunch as the butt collided with a British soldier, and the enemy’s skull crumpled inwards. He thrust the fore end of the weapon at another enemy, and was rewarded with a scream as the bayonet went straight through the redcoat’s heart.
Then, for a moment, everything stopped, and Ulrich felt numbness in his leg. The numb feeling turned to searing pain and he realized that a stray musket ball had struck him in the leg, and he felt the limb give way, and he collapsed to the ground. He howled in pain, and felt his leg. His buckskin breeches were slick with blood, his off-white coat soaked red with the fluid. He crawled on the grass, and stared in blatant horror as men, British and Germans, fell all around him.
A sudden roaring brought his attention to the hillsides, which hemmed the roadway. Cannon shells sailed to the block if infantry now converged in the center of the road, and massive explosions sent people flying in all directions. One of them was Ulrich, hit by friendly fire. His body was sheared in half from the explosion and flying debris. He body, or what remained, landed in a clump on the ground, some 15 meters away. He looked up, and saw roaring fire, and explosions. His head slammed to the ground, and his shallow breathing grew ever more strained. Soon, his lungs hurt, and the last thing he saw was his own blood, pooling around him.
Field Marshal von Blucher shouted orders, and his troops fired into the British formation, which was more or less an encircled clump of infantry by now. His troops had successfully smashed them, and nearly destroyed the enemy. He saw, in the distance, a white flag wave. He gave the order for his men to hold their fire, and the message was sent to the other commanders on the ridges. Soon, firing stopped altogether, and his troops backed off. He few remaining British soldiers tossed muskets to the ground, and held their hands up in surrender. Blucher told his men to detain them, and take them to the camp.
The battle had been won, and the war had begun.
Here's Part II insofar:
Part II
Chapter 1
The wars were over, and Europe was enjoying a period of peace, rare in this continent, but thanks to Vandox, who had suppressed French, Russian, and Ottoman forces, this was now a reality. The Imperial military had recently developed a new weapon system: the lever-action repeater. Emperor Vandox, delighted, decided to display they new weapon by parading his troops at his capitol, Vienna.
The military march music blared. The orchestra under the balcony played “Prinz Eugen Marsch”, and the Imperial troops marched through the main street, holding their new repeater rifles at their shoulders, followed by men on horseback, in full armor, holding lances. The standard –bearers were next, holding massive flagpoles, bearing the flag of the Empire: a black double-headed eagle on a gold field, and red letters “H.R.R.D.N”. Thousands marched through the streets, and Vandox smiled. He was now the most powerful man in Europe, and the Holy Roman Empire was the most powerful nation. Vienna, the capitol of the H.R.E, had become the jewel of Europe. In a few years, it would become the jewel of the world. Vandox was planning for a major renovation project for his capitol, cleaning up many neighborhoods, and rebuilding broken structures. He planned to construct a new palace near the Imperial chancellor’s court. But, of course, that would take many more years, and much more money.
At the moment, he concentrated on replenishing his forces after the wars in France, Russia, and in Bulgaria. They had lost over half a million men, and needed a major restocking of good men. Those wars left many dead, on both sides; but, now, as per the treaties signed at St. Petersburg, Le Havre, and Stara Zagora, these nations were now allies of Germany. They were obligated, thanks to a delicate political maneuver on Vandox’s part, to aid each other or the H.R.E until 1810.
Meanwhile, rumors were being spread around Europe that the British forces in Ireland, at the behest of King George III, were ruthlessly cracking down on Irish Catholics and Irish nationalists, forcing them to disband all political entities and convert to Anglicanism. These rumors had reached the ears of the Pope and even Emperor Vandox.
Vandox himself was a staunch Catholic, and thought of this rumor as the perfect reason for the Empire to attack Britain. After all, he had been planning an invasion of England for a couple years. This rumor positioned him, the Holy Roman Emperor, the vanguard of Catholicism, the strong arm of the Church, in the perfect place in the politics of religion, and in the perfect place to use it to his advantage.
Chapter 2
May 23rd, 1798. Southampton, England, United Kingdom.
The British troops were on the watch from the shoreline, watching for any disturbances. Several Royal Navy first-rates patrolled the channel between France and Sussex. They were on high alert, as rumors of a German invasion had been spread throughout Britain.
After all, British forces had heard tales of a 9,000-man German army taking down a 150,000-strong French force at Paris only two years ago. Other feats of military prowess achieved in Bulgaria and Ukraine had become well-known stories across Europe. Now, those fears had been brought to the doorstep of the British homeland.
Southampton laid just a small ways away from the shoreline. The shore itself was tucked into a narrow inlet, near the Isle of Wight. It would be hard for a ship to get past those natural defenses, never mind the twenty-some odd 100-gun Royal Navy ships.
John Torrington walked along the shoreline, holding his musket and looking out at the sea. It was growing darker, and he was growing tired. Suddenly, he heard dull thumps, and he looked towards the cannon emplacement. An explosive ball of metal struck it, and the cannon flew apart in a ball of fire. John was thrown to the ground, and several soldiers rushed to firing positions, readying their muskets.
John saw one of the British warships split in twain, and it began to sink. This was it, he thought, the invasion is beginning. Cannonballs sailed into the shore, exploding and sending shrapnel into the British infantrymen. No one could see the enemy ships, as there was a thick mist, almost like a fog. Then, John saw it: some two hundred landing boats, each with twenty German infantrymen, which had obviously disembarked from larger warships. The Imperials stood up in the wooden boats and fired their repeating rifles.
John felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and looked down. As he did this, he felt five more bullets pierce his body. He stumbled along the shore, and toppled over a tree-stump, and fell into the sand. The last thing he saw before he died was a boat hitting the shore, and twenty Imperial German infantrymen leaping out, beginning the Invasion of Britain…
Chapter 3
The sun arose from the horizon, and the golden beams of lights stretched across a crater-spattered land. The short battle to control the beach had ended in a total defeat for the British. Dead redcoats lay across the shore, full of holes. A German camp was set up upon the shore, and a base of operations had been set up. Training areas were erected for pikemen and riflemen to practice bayonet and spear fighting. A firing range was also set up, near the barracks, so that the riflemen could continue to hone their shooting skills. Thousands of tents had been set up in the field nearby, and many more troops have landed. All told, there were about 8,000 soldiers clustered on the shores near Southampton. The Imperial Field Marshal, Gebhard von Blucher, sat atop his horse, and surveyed the area. He spotted his men working on a wooden fortification, setting up cannon emplacements, and scouting for enemies.
Suddenly, a young Lieutenant ran up to him, and handed him a small piece of parchment. On it, it detailed that a 10,000-man force of British Infantrymen were on their way to the encampment, intent on taking back the beach. Blucher looked up, and shouted for his officers to get infantry to either hill near the road that led to the field. It was here, that Blucher intended to ambush and “bag” the British force.
Edward Stevens marched along his red-coated compatriots, his musket at his shoulder. As they neared the small canyon leading to the beach, he felt a great sense of pride. They marching to meet and defeat an enemy that had conquered Switzerland and the Italian States, not mention defeating Denmark, Russia, and the Ottoman Empire in several wars, in addition to thoroughly trouncing the French two years earlier.
As they passed under the shade of the trees growing off of the tall mounds, he saw a flicker of movement, but regarded it as nothing. Suddenly, he heard repeated cracks of rifles, and saw several of his allies crumple into the ground. Se stumbled around, and the next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground. He tried standing back up, but felt a searing pain in his leg. He had been hit, and critically. He saw many more men fall.
Then, a loud, booming, roar resounded and echoed off the walls of the low canyon, and cannonballs showered into the British troops. Explosive grenades sailed towards them. Roaring explosions sent men flying, and killed several hundred. Then, he heard an echoing trumpet call, deep and low. Two thousand cavalrymen rode in, behind their position, and Edward felt a pang of fear. German Imperial cavalrymen were among the best in the modern world, and were a greatly feared force. He heard gunshots ringing out. Dragoons, he thought, those bastards! They’re going to shoot us all to hell!
Lieutenant Ulrich von der Pfalz rode atop his horse, wearing the grass-green uniform of a Dragoon. He held his repeating rifle at his shoulder and fired upon the enemy. He sent off several slugs in quick succession, downing several British officers. He looked to his sides, and saw that his compatriots were firing grenades and shells into the enemy position. A block of infantry from the beach, led by von Blucher himself, charged at the enemy British. They were off in the distance.
Ulrich bellowed and charged, hoping to shock the enemy formation by crushing enemies beneath his horse. It was not to be, however. A British marksman managed to get a good shot at his horse, and he heard a pained neighing sound form from his horse’s mouth. The animal collapsed in a heap on the ground, and Ulrich toppled to the ground.
Everything was a blur, and he saw a redcoat fall from a gunshot. Ulrich stayed low, and swung his rifle in a wide arc, and heard a sickening crunch as the butt collided with a British soldier, and the enemy’s skull crumpled inwards. He thrust the fore end of the weapon at another enemy, and was rewarded with a scream as the bayonet went straight through the redcoat’s heart.
Then, for a moment, everything stopped, and Ulrich felt numbness in his leg. The numb feeling turned to searing pain and he realized that a stray musket ball had struck him in the leg, and he felt the limb give way, and he collapsed to the ground. He howled in pain, and felt his leg. His buckskin breeches were slick with blood, his off-white coat soaked red with the fluid. He crawled on the grass, and stared in blatant horror as men, British and Germans, fell all around him.
A sudden roaring brought his attention to the hillsides, which hemmed the roadway. Cannon shells sailed to the block if infantry now converged in the center of the road, and massive explosions sent people flying in all directions. One of them was Ulrich, hit by friendly fire. His body was sheared in half from the explosion and flying debris. He body, or what remained, landed in a clump on the ground, some 15 meters away. He looked up, and saw roaring fire, and explosions. His head slammed to the ground, and his shallow breathing grew ever more strained. Soon, his lungs hurt, and the last thing he saw was his own blood, pooling around him.
Field Marshal von Blucher shouted orders, and his troops fired into the British formation, which was more or less an encircled clump of infantry by now. His troops had successfully smashed them, and nearly destroyed the enemy. He saw, in the distance, a white flag wave. He gave the order for his men to hold their fire, and the message was sent to the other commanders on the ridges. Soon, firing stopped altogether, and his troops backed off. He few remaining British soldiers tossed muskets to the ground, and held their hands up in surrender. Blucher told his men to detain them, and take them to the camp.
The battle had been won, and the war had begun.
Lightning Count
AH↓HA↑HA↑HA↑HA↑
So, like, how exactly did an invasion force get past the Royal Navy, the most effective and largest naval force in the world, a force which took on the two other greatest naval powers of the day and defeated them without losing a single ship?
Also it might be fun to note that the British army had dedicated rifle divisions and that the British invented a breech loading rifle at about the time of the american wars, it wasn't adopted due to cost and the belief that battles would be resolved by cold steel rather than gunfire, accounting for tactics in the war of Independance. this changed soon after.
British armies of the Napoleonic era were built for defence, to take on an attacking enemy, overwhelm it with gun fire, and then charge the battered and confused enemies and drive them away.
I'd like to see what Admiral Nelson was doing at this time, as you've said there were rumours of an invasion brewing he certainly wouldn't be sat in his garden drinking
Also it might be fun to note that the British army had dedicated rifle divisions and that the British invented a breech loading rifle at about the time of the american wars, it wasn't adopted due to cost and the belief that battles would be resolved by cold steel rather than gunfire, accounting for tactics in the war of Independance. this changed soon after.
British armies of the Napoleonic era were built for defence, to take on an attacking enemy, overwhelm it with gun fire, and then charge the battered and confused enemies and drive them away.
I'd like to see what Admiral Nelson was doing at this time, as you've said there were rumours of an invasion brewing he certainly wouldn't be sat in his garden drinking
Imperial Navy + Swedish Navy + Russian Navy + Spanish NAvy + Danish Navy + French Navy.Lightning_Count said:So, like, how exactly did an invasion force get past the Royal Navy, the most effective and largest naval force in the world, a force which took on the two other greatest naval powers of the day and defeated them without losing a single ship?
Also it might be fun to note that the British army had dedicated rifle divisions and that the British invented a breech loading rifle at about the time of the american wars, it wasn't adopted due to cost and the belief that battles would be resolved by cold steel rather than gunfire, accounting for tactics in the war of Independance. this changed soon after.
British armies of the Napoleonic era were built for defence, to take on an attacking enemy, overwhelm it with gun fire, and then charge the battered and confused enemies and drive them away.
I'd like to see what Admiral Nelson was doing at this time, as you've said there were rumours of an invasion brewing he certainly wouldn't be sat in his garden drinking
Half of the British Fleet is elsewhere, lurking for French ships, and I didn't say that the Imp fleet doesnt lose any.
A surprise attack in a foggy morning will probably sink several ships. A naval battle was going on, it just wasn't detailed. It was, however, implied.
They're repeaters. You know, like the winchester '75, but 1798.Some guy said:
The Imperial military develops technology at a very rapid rate, mostly from Emperor Vandox's slush funding into military technology.
And these ain't the Napoleonic Wars, boy...heh heh heh.
Mainly because "napoleon" doesn't happen, in this ATL.
MJ12 Commando
Solidarity
Hapsburg, first, you might actually want to, oh, I don't know, *PUT SOME ACTUAL DETAIL IN THE STORY*?
The premise is unlrealistic, the writing is wooden as well as having no real detail whatsoever, and it's a wankfest.
Admittedly, there was some detail in the very last chapter, but it still seems that you're writing a wankfic instead of an interesting story.
I demand the 10 minutes I required to read this story back.
The premise is unlrealistic, the writing is wooden as well as having no real detail whatsoever, and it's a wankfest.
Admittedly, there was some detail in the very last chapter, but it still seems that you're writing a wankfic instead of an interesting story.
I demand the 10 minutes I required to read this story back.
Well, the rest of the thing is on the downstairs computer, and I don't know the password to log on to that one.
The premise is about as unrealistic as Napoleon, the corsican guy, become emperor of fucking france (which actually happened! i-fucking-magine that!). Certain events happen, and butterfly into Vandox becomeing emperor.
It's not a wankfic, it's a well-thought-out alternate historical fiction.
Really, I've been working on this thing, along with a couple of friends, for about a year now.
The premise is about as unrealistic as Napoleon, the corsican guy, become emperor of fucking france (which actually happened! i-fucking-magine that!). Certain events happen, and butterfly into Vandox becomeing emperor.
It's not a wankfic, it's a well-thought-out alternate historical fiction.
Really, I've been working on this thing, along with a couple of friends, for about a year now.
MJ12 Commando
Solidarity
You, sir, are a bad writer.
"Gifted writer" my ass. 
"Gifted writer" my ass.
MJ12 Commando
Solidarity
I did, but you didn't seem to pay attention to it.
"You should put more detail into the story."
"You should put more detail into the story."
Big Steve
Slayer of Fools
Ironic that you invoke Napoleon. An army artillery officer who rose through the ranks due to his capability, eventually gaining a general's rank, and then translating battlefield victories into political power in the chaos and ruin of Revolutionary France's power structure.Hapsburg said:
IOW, something that's not that "unrealistic".
"Vandox", however, aside from being a silly name, is by your own timeline a quick rise to power, a rise precipated by an appeal to German nationalism that did not exist in the late 18th Century. German nationalism as we know it would not begin to form until... Napoleon conquered the region.
Quite frankly, this fiction is on a rotten historical foundation just as bad as SM Stirling's Draka. If you want constructive criticism, here's some: Dump it and go work on something else to refine your writing skills. Don't try to pass it off as counterfactual historical fiction.
Harbinger
War Rig Driver
9,000 Germans took on 150,000 Frenchmen, and won...So I suppose the French just sat in the middle of the field drinking wine.
At the same time the Germans also defeated Russia . Ah the ubermensch are immune to the Russian winter! And they will then smash through the gates of Moscow with their undoubtably massive penises!
And then beat the Royal Navy...followed by taking over Britain, by throwing rocks at the British ships! They're that strong!
So what next? Do German Hessians obliterate the Continental Army and then slaughter the Redcoats followed by moving west and destroying the American Indian tribes. Why not swing up to Canada and conquer that as well. Makes as much sense as the rest of this story.
At the same time the Germans also defeated Russia . Ah the ubermensch are immune to the Russian winter! And they will then smash through the gates of Moscow with their undoubtably massive penises!
And then beat the Royal Navy...followed by taking over Britain, by throwing rocks at the British ships! They're that strong!
So what next? Do German Hessians obliterate the Continental Army and then slaughter the Redcoats followed by moving west and destroying the American Indian tribes. Why not swing up to Canada and conquer that as well. Makes as much sense as the rest of this story.
Normally, German Nationalism wouldn't exist until the mid-1800s. The previous wars, which I have altered the courses of somewhat, give rise to a big german national feeling. Or do you forget the Imperial Wars against France in 1688-1697, 1701-1715, and 1740-1748, as well as the imperial War against Prussia from 1756-1763? The HRE reichstag agreed to unanimously declare war in these situations, in real history.Big Steve said:
Vandox just goes on that feeling, left over from the centuries.
And "Vandox" isn't a silly name. In the TL of Vandox's life, I have that he adopts the name from a Dutchman that he knew when he was a child in Eisenach. I found, on the interweb, that "Vandox" is a real dutch name.
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