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06-17-2018, 01:25 PM
Maretsch Castle, South Tyrol, Holy Roman Empire
22 May 1762
"I take it you are the rebel ringleaders?" Joseph had left the Botzen delegation waiting for several minutes before finally joining his officers at the simple wooden table they'd propped up between their lines. When he did show up, it was wearing his light gray officer's marching uniform and green sash. Around his neck, hanging out of his collar, was the neck insignia of the Order of the Dragon: a gold dragon, its tail wrapped around its neck and its back split in two by a crimson cross.
The Botzen delegation was made up two men, an elder dressed in the dark red robes of an Austrian-Italian burgomaster, and a bald man wearing a simple brown clothes. Hardly anyone the imperial prince needed to impress. "Boltzen and South Tyrol did not swear fealty to the German Emperor to begin with," the simple-dressed man barked, "so we can hardly be branded rebels."
Joseph narrowed his eyes. A Knight of the Order of the Dragon was entitled to be addressed with His Excellency. "His Imperial Majesty is the rightful heir to the County of Tyrol. By refusing to submit, you are violating your pledge to the Count and consequently in rebellion. You should be grateful I am even extending parley, rather than simply reducing that laughable shed to rubble with you inside it." The Imperial prince paused a step from the table and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, you may give me your unconditional surrender or retreat to face just that. Surrender now and I guarantee your lives and property. Waste my munitions and I'll be sure to seek compensation from your manors."
The elderly man seemed shocked for a moment, though quickly regained himself. Still, he hesitated for a few moments, under the empty gaze of his colleague. Ultimately, however, he nodded. "Botzen surrenders."
"Excellent," Joseph said. "Then, we will escort you to the castle and you will hand us the Trentean spy. We will meet for lunch, at which point you will enlighten me as to what this ridiculous fiasco is all about."
22 May 1762
"I take it you are the rebel ringleaders?" Joseph had left the Botzen delegation waiting for several minutes before finally joining his officers at the simple wooden table they'd propped up between their lines. When he did show up, it was wearing his light gray officer's marching uniform and green sash. Around his neck, hanging out of his collar, was the neck insignia of the Order of the Dragon: a gold dragon, its tail wrapped around its neck and its back split in two by a crimson cross.
The Botzen delegation was made up two men, an elder dressed in the dark red robes of an Austrian-Italian burgomaster, and a bald man wearing a simple brown clothes. Hardly anyone the imperial prince needed to impress. "Boltzen and South Tyrol did not swear fealty to the German Emperor to begin with," the simple-dressed man barked, "so we can hardly be branded rebels."
Joseph narrowed his eyes. A Knight of the Order of the Dragon was entitled to be addressed with His Excellency. "His Imperial Majesty is the rightful heir to the County of Tyrol. By refusing to submit, you are violating your pledge to the Count and consequently in rebellion. You should be grateful I am even extending parley, rather than simply reducing that laughable shed to rubble with you inside it." The Imperial prince paused a step from the table and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, you may give me your unconditional surrender or retreat to face just that. Surrender now and I guarantee your lives and property. Waste my munitions and I'll be sure to seek compensation from your manors."
The elderly man seemed shocked for a moment, though quickly regained himself. Still, he hesitated for a few moments, under the empty gaze of his colleague. Ultimately, however, he nodded. "Botzen surrenders."
"Excellent," Joseph said. "Then, we will escort you to the castle and you will hand us the Trentean spy. We will meet for lunch, at which point you will enlighten me as to what this ridiculous fiasco is all about."
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