Eternity RPC Board
Athens
22 June 1755 A.D.
Vasiliás Andronikos VI walked across the hard-packed dirt of the training grounds followed closely by members of his Varangian Guard and a tall olive-skinned man in a finely made, gold accented military uniform. In the yard ranks of Athenian infantry stood at attention, ready for inspection. Their uniforms were crisp and their weapons remarkably clean. These men would be the guardians of all of Greece when the Ottoman menace decided to rear its ugly head. The royal party stopped in front of one of the platoons of men, and the king gave a sniffle in their direction. The uniformed man took a few steps forward and barked commands to the men in greek, putting them at ease.
"Your Grace, I would like to present to you the men of the Twelfth Infantry Brigade. They have been finely drilled and are prepared to slay the Ottoman menace in your name. Might I say, within the next five years we will be able to look to go on the offensive against the Seljuk invaders!"
"General Anthistopolis, your sergeants seem to have done an excellent job with these men. I would only wish that we could see the downfall of that vicious Muslim Empire sooner. What with the betrayal of the Venetians, stealing away Achaeia and the Agaean from us... We must begin to strategize General, would it not benefit us to seek allies and retake the south? Or should we grovel to the Venetians and beg they bring their armies back, so that we may invade the Ottomans once more?"
The party of men began to walk away from the formation of soldiers, towards a marvelous marble building. "Your Grace, that is the question of the ages. We are in a precarious situation. Enemies to the north, and unloyal allies to the south. My suggestion, if I may be so bold Your Grace, is to seek an alliance with the Holy Roman Emperor. While they may be pretenders to the Consulship of the Western Roman Empire, they are strong and they have no love for Venice. Perhaps we could... legitimize them? If we retake our mantle as rulers of the East then perhaps they would be the ideal power to rule over the West. If not, your daughter and your youngest sons have come of age. They would likely be willing to cement a bond between your royal house and that of the current Emperor."
The King pondered over what the General had said and smiled after a moment of thought. "I like this idea, General. Double the number of troops we have, we will need them all. I am going to dispatch diplomats to the Germans."
The General bowed. "As you wish Your Grace."
22 June 1755 A.D.
Vasiliás Andronikos VI walked across the hard-packed dirt of the training grounds followed closely by members of his Varangian Guard and a tall olive-skinned man in a finely made, gold accented military uniform. In the yard ranks of Athenian infantry stood at attention, ready for inspection. Their uniforms were crisp and their weapons remarkably clean. These men would be the guardians of all of Greece when the Ottoman menace decided to rear its ugly head. The royal party stopped in front of one of the platoons of men, and the king gave a sniffle in their direction. The uniformed man took a few steps forward and barked commands to the men in greek, putting them at ease.
"Your Grace, I would like to present to you the men of the Twelfth Infantry Brigade. They have been finely drilled and are prepared to slay the Ottoman menace in your name. Might I say, within the next five years we will be able to look to go on the offensive against the Seljuk invaders!"
"General Anthistopolis, your sergeants seem to have done an excellent job with these men. I would only wish that we could see the downfall of that vicious Muslim Empire sooner. What with the betrayal of the Venetians, stealing away Achaeia and the Agaean from us... We must begin to strategize General, would it not benefit us to seek allies and retake the south? Or should we grovel to the Venetians and beg they bring their armies back, so that we may invade the Ottomans once more?"
The party of men began to walk away from the formation of soldiers, towards a marvelous marble building. "Your Grace, that is the question of the ages. We are in a precarious situation. Enemies to the north, and unloyal allies to the south. My suggestion, if I may be so bold Your Grace, is to seek an alliance with the Holy Roman Emperor. While they may be pretenders to the Consulship of the Western Roman Empire, they are strong and they have no love for Venice. Perhaps we could... legitimize them? If we retake our mantle as rulers of the East then perhaps they would be the ideal power to rule over the West. If not, your daughter and your youngest sons have come of age. They would likely be willing to cement a bond between your royal house and that of the current Emperor."
The King pondered over what the General had said and smiled after a moment of thought. "I like this idea, General. Double the number of troops we have, we will need them all. I am going to dispatch diplomats to the Germans."
The General bowed. "As you wish Your Grace."
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