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Revolution in France
« on: 23 November, 2016, 05:05:27 PM »
Well I pressed it earlier than I thought.
I thought it was + 60 hours...after declaring a revolution ?

Oh well...I am pretty much betting everything I have...I guess.
Spending 2200 silver coin for this unsure fight...

Reasons for the revolution are change in France is needed.

New Citizens/ Old Citizens/ Travelers (Players ) are being ignored by regent, Queen Madeline Baldric....that they request  in the past, was to help them relocate to another countries or sometimes they leave.

France is stagnant and new reforms are needed, that also means new officers (vassals, guard captain, etc.) .

Also I want to fight her majesty, since she did not honor her promises to not only me, but to fellow French Citizens, during the ANHALT native attack in the past.
Her responsibilities and words  are in the past , now, I want to test her and to test my self, If I can win this fight , as much as possible with no casualties.

There might be other reasons , but these are my personal reasons, without influence from others....there might be more, from others (?).

I invite them to write too...

Thank You for reading ...
« Last Edit: 23 November, 2016, 05:07:48 PM by Primula Maria Van Rossun »

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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #1 on: 23 November, 2016, 05:11:34 PM »
Um...weird.
12 hours from my initial declaration of revolution.
A battle ground appears.

Is this a new change, I wasn't aware of ?

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« Reply #2 on: 23 November, 2016, 08:52:26 PM »
Jean, Comte de Barcelonne, au peuple et reine de France;

En nostre gran premure pour la sante' publique, en voyant la situation au royaume de France des annees passes rattristante, au passage a meilleur vie du dom.Henri de Bourbon, et la fin des Capets legitimes, avons elu' de se conseiller au meilleur, et qui autre que la SainteEglise, et Pape Alexandre, qui nouz a demande'd'aider la France.
Or, dans cest royaume l'inception d'un nouvel esprit theologique et humain est necessaire, que nouz avons reconneçu dans la personne de Marie de Rossun.

Sur le future du royaume, qui persiste incert, la motion decisive du nouvel monde françois qui ne tollerera'plus l'opprobe de la faim, l'indiligence, l'indecision et de la futilite',  deura'regner supreme, et nouz, tel nostres aieuls, les comtes du Tolosain, serons fiers de parteciper, a volonte'de la Reine ou peuple, et comme nostres aieules defenderons l'honneur de queste nation.

La France d'huy n'est pas la France de Charlemagne, ni la France de Philippe Augustus, idem de St.Louis;
& si talement; ou l'oriflamme, et ou la justice du Pape, qui, gran Stephane, donnait l'empire aux francs?
Faites muraille de vostres ecus, en chargeant les echelles, com le jour du pont des Tourelles!

Ici vostre banniere, ici vostre Reine!

ici vostre cri, MONTJOIE, SAINT DENIS! MONTJOIE, SAINT DENIS!


 
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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #3 on: 24 November, 2016, 11:18:22 AM »
Lorsque Dame Van Rossun était venu quérir Olivier de Montmorency, il ne se doutait pas que la demande qui lui serait faite l'emmènerait quelques temps plus tard sur un champ de bataille.
Certes, lors de son départ de la baronnie de Montmorency, Olivier avait voulu demander audience auprès de la Reine afin de lui mander aide et assistance, pour seule réponse il n'avait reçu qu'ignorance et mépris.
La Reine n'avait pas voulu daigné lui répondre, pourtant il savait que sa famille avait de tous temps aidé au maintien des rois de France sur leur trône et il est vrai qu'Olivier avait attendu du monarque une marque d'attention un peu plus particulière à son égard.

Il se rappelait en particulier de son aïeul, Mathieu II de Montmorency alors connétable de France, présent durant la glorieuse bataille de Bouvines qui avait opposé les armées royales de France à celles du Saint Empire Romain Germanique, d'Angleterre et du Comté de Flandres.
Cela s'était déroulé il y a plus d'un siècle, mais l'histoire restait vive dans la mémoire familiale; son propre père lui rappelait souvent au coin d'un feu de bois la fabuleuse journée du 27 juillet 1214, Mathieu se jetant sur son destrier au cœur des mêlées ennemies, donnant du glaive et arrachant lui même 12 étendards des mains des Impériaux.
En ces temps mémorables, le Roi de France avait octroyé à son aïeul de changer leurs armoiries en y ajoutant 12 alérions d'azur portant le nombre d'alérions à 16.

Et le voici maintenant vêtu de son armure étincelante au milieu d'un champ de bataille, écu au bras et marteau de guerre empoigné.
Sa main serre le manche de l'arme qui décidera de son sort, appelant à lui la bravoure de ses glorieux ancêtres maintenant disparus, il priait au plus profond de son cœur, serrant des dents et laissant couler sur ses joues des larmes de foi.
Le doute sur sa position l'étreignit violemment; et si par son combat, il reniait son propre nom? Et si Théos le Créateur ne reconnaissait pas en son combat, un combat juste et moral?

Il ferma les yeux tentant d'éclaircir ses idées ou de les oublier, en les rouvrant il tourna son regard vers ses compagnons d'arme, toutes les attitudes y étaient présentes, du plus détendu au plus oppressé, tous tenant armes et écus aux poings prêts à en découdre avec la garde royale.

Dame Van Rossun avait elle même revêtu sa propre armure, laissant flotter près d'elle la bannière du Royaume de France suivie de la bannière bénie par le pape Alexandre.
Relevant la visière de son casque, il esquissa un sourire et mit un coup d'épaule à son compagnon Lancelot Dupain:

"Je crois qu'en ce jour, Théos nous attribuera gloire ou mort, prions pour que ce soit la gloire!"

Il sourit et finit par baisser sa visière, son écu marqué aux armes des Montmorency tenait à sa taille par une lanière de cuir, son marteau de guerre tenu des deux mains, il leva la tête et aperçu le soleil poindre ses douces lueurs chaudes hivernales sur son armure polie.

En face la Garde Royale se mettait en branle, les troupes commençaient à avancer dans leur direction à pas lents puis plus rapides pour finir en charge.
Dame Van Rossun tenait sa lance à la main, les voyant approcher, elle la pointa dans leur direction et fit avancer les colonnes Frondeuses.

Olivier de Montmorency sentit son cœur bondir dans sa poitrine, l'adrénaline lui montait à la tête, un cri de guerre puissant arriva de la ligne ennemie qui courait dans leur direction; empoignant son marteau il se mit à hurler: "Dieu ayde!!" cri de guerre de sa famille depuis des générations, un pas après l'autre Olivier avança son corps terriblement alourdit par le poids de l'armure et des armes pour finir par courir dans la direction de la garde.

Epaule en avant, il enfonça la poitrine d'un premier garde qui lui barrait le chemin, le deuxième garde tomba sous le poids du coup affublé de son marteau, relevant le visage, Olivier aperçut la Reine Baldric face à lui.

Sa première intention fut de reculer puis il se reprit et finit par la charger, marteau en main il s'élança sur Madeline mais elle fut plus rapide et d'un revers de hache de guerre entailla son armure de cuir et fit sauter quelques mailles de sa cotte, laissant la lame finement aiguisée entailler ses chairs.
Un mouvement de recul suite au coup porté, Olivier se ressaisit et contre attaque, son coup de marteau trouve la poitrine protégée d'une armure de plates de belle facture.
La Reine est envoyée au sol, Olivier jubile mais sa joie reste de courte durée, son ennemi se relève plus énergique que jamais et assène un violent coup de hache qui vient mourir sur son écu et ricocher sur l'un des alérions qui y était peint.
Le combat dura si longtemps qu'il ne se rappela que de la fatigue qui montait en lui, de son coup de marteau frappé sur l'écu royal aux trois fleurs de lys suivit d'un violent coup de hache qui l'avait propulsé à terre.

Sa cotte de maille avait horriblement souffert, mais bien moins que son corps qui portait de nombreuses entailles ensanglantées, il releva la tête pour voir son adversaire encore debout face à lui, son marteau lui avait échappé des mains, seul son écu demeurait près de lui, Olivier perdit connaissance en serrant ses armoiries contre lui, laissant s'échapper sur l'écu d'or à la croix de gueules son sang vermeille.

Il était parti pour vaincre et le voilà vaincu tandis que le soleil se couchait progressivement à l'horizon.

Lorsque Olivier se réveilla, au petit matin, couvert de bandelettes et de concoctions pâteuses, il était encore en vie, certes affaibli mais toujours vivant.

Une dame s'avança vers lui:

"Sire de Montmorency, reposez vous donc, la bataille a été rude mais les hommes furent braves et la victoire nous est revenue.
Dame Van Rossun a destitué la Reine, elle prendra sa place bientôt."


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When Dame Van Rossun came to fetch Olivier de Montmorency, he did not suspect that the request made to him would take him some time later on a battlefield.
Certainly, on his departure from the barony of Montmorency, Olivier had wanted to ask the queen for an audience, in order to ask him for help and assistance, for the sole reply he had received nothing but ignorance and contempt.
The Queen had been unwilling to answer him, yet he knew that her family had always helped to keep the kings of France on their throne, and it is true that Olivier had expected the monarch to be a little more attentive Particular to him.

He remembered in particular his grandfather Mathieu II de Montmorency, then constable of France, present during the glorious Battle of Bouvines which had opposed the royal armies of France to those of the Holy Roman Empire, England, and the County of Flanders.
This had taken place more than a century ago, but the story was still alive in family memory; His own father often reminded him, at the corner of a wood fire, of the fabulous day of July 27, 1214, Mathieu throwing himself on his steed in the midst of the enemy's frauds, swearing and sweeping 12 standards from the hands of the Imperialists.
In these memorable times, the King of France had granted his grandfather to change their coat of arms by adding 12 azure alerons carrying the number of alerons to 16.

And now he is dressed in his gleaming armor in the midst of a battle-field, crowned with arm and hammer of war gripped.
His hand tightens the handle of the weapon that will decide his fate, calling to him the bravery of his glorious ancestors now disappeared, he prays deep in his heart, clenching teeth and letting tears of faith flow on his cheeks.
The doubt about his position hugged him violently; And if by his combat he renounced his own name? And if Theos the Creator did not recognize in his struggle, a just and moral fight?
He closed his eyes trying to clear up his ideas or forget them, and when he opened them he turned his gaze towards his companions in arms, all the attitudes were present, from the most relaxed to the most oppressed, all holding arms and shields Ready to do battle with the royal guard.

Dame Van Rossun had put on her own armor, leaving behind her the banner of the Kingdom of France, followed by the banner blessed by Pope Alexander.
Raising the visor of his helmet, he sketched a smile and put a shoulder to his companion Lancelot Dupain:

"I believe that on this day, Theos will assign us glory or death, pray for it to be glory!"

He smiled and finally lowered his visor, his shield marked with the arms of the Montmorency stood at his waist with a leather thong, his war hammer held with both hands, he raised his head and saw the sun glowing its warm winter lights on His armor polished.

Opposite the Royal Guard was moving, the troops began to move in their direction slowly and then faster to finish in charge.
Dame Van Rossun held her spear in her hand, seeing them approach, she pointed it in their direction and moved the Frondeuses.

Olivier de Montmorency felt his heart leap in his chest, adrenaline rushed to his head, a powerful war cry came from the enemy's line running in their direction; Grabbing his hammer he began to yell: "God ayde !!" War cry of his family for generations, one step after the other Olivier advanced his body terribly weighed down by the weight of armor and weapons to end up running in the direction of the guard.

Shoulder forward, he buried the chest of a first guard who barred his way, the second guard fell under the weight of the blow hammered out of his hammer, lifting his face, Olivier saw Queen Baldric in front of him.

His first intention was to retreat then he resumed and finally loaded it, hammer in hand he darted on Madeline but it was faster and with a reverse of a hatchet carved its leather armor and blew a few stitches of Its coat, leaving the blade finely sharpened to cut its flesh.
A movement of retreat following the blow carried, Olivier is recovered and against attack, its blow of hammer finds the breast protected of an armor of plates of beautiful invoice.
The Queen is sent to the ground, Olivier jubilates but her joy remains short-lived, her enemy gets up more energetic than ever and strikes a violent blow of ax that comes to die on his shield and ricochet on one of the alérions which was painted there .
The battle lasted so long that he remembered only the tiredness that was rising in him, his hammer blow struck on the royal shield with the three fleurs-de-lys, followed by a violent blow of the ax that had propelled him to Earth.

His coat of mail had suffered horribly, but far less than his body, which had many bloody cuts, he raised his head to see his opponent still standing in front of him, his hammer had escaped from his hands, only his shield remained close to him , Olivier lost consciousness by squeezing his coat of arms against him, allowing his golden blood to escape on the gold shield at the cross of gules.

He had departed to conquer, and he was vanquished while the sun was gradually falling on the horizon.

When Olivier awoke in the early morning, covered with bands and pasty concoctions, he was still alive, certainly weak but still alive.

A lady came towards him:

"Sire de Montmorency, rest yourselves, the battle was rough but the men were brave and the victory came back to us.
Dame Van Rossun dismissed the Queen, she will take her place soon."

« Last Edit: 24 November, 2016, 11:23:02 AM by De Montmorency Olivier »

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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #4 on: 24 November, 2016, 11:49:08 AM »
The day of reckoning.

In the battlefield, looking the enemy troops bearing the Flag of Royal Family and of Kingdom of France.
I saw Her majesty, Queen Madeline Baldric, leading her troops to fight the rebels, us.

I remembers the events in the past that lead me to declare a revolution and fund the revolution with helps of others friends and comrade.

<Flash Back>
The inactiveness of her , even as  a vassal of IDE-LE-FRANCE, was getting on my nerve .
Only  Lord Axel Richard von Fersen-Bourbon of SODERMAN-LAND, former King of France & Alexander VII , was once a good priest of France , now the Pope of the Theo. and his kindness ,led me to stay in France.

I even though of going to Normandy to look for a greener pasture.
Still I love France, when I stay there and become a merchant, and help new cand old citizens as well as visiting foreigners, merchant, mercenary and tourists.

When the health of the King, was falling, He appointed a successor, Lady Madeline Baldric as the Queen, when the times comes.
When it was coronation, I was happy that maybe, there might be a change and promises , she made will come to fruition.

The defend of the province of ANHALT of the Kingdom of Flanders was defended by volunteers from France. Her promises were to help in curing the injured, to the French , after the fight , defending ANHALT from natives. Her promise also included in appointing me a vassal , even a far region, so that maybe, I can help new people there in France and do reform, also the promises of giving a  noble title for those volunteers.

From that time, relation between I and Madeline ,was worst. She did not reply to any of my message, even those who she promised to help.I did tried my best to help as many French Citizens here . Queen Madeline Baldric appointed Reichardt Von Baden , a vassal of IDE-LE-FRANCE. Really the secrecy of the kingdom is getting more tighter and I decided to leave and enjoy my freedom.

I even went as far as Kiev, Sweden and numerous countries in Northern Europe and Central Europe. I train very hard in Sweden and do business there and talk with my new found friends there.


Sadly the day has come to an end, When news that her majesty , did not even talk to her advisor , Chancellor Janus Valerius and that he, himself , wish for change , that is when I stop and decided to do , what I should have done a long time ago.

"A revolution"

I talk to a lot of people from Commoner ,like me to Regent like ,King Roberto Alfaro of Normandy, Queen  Costance D'hauteville of Denmark, Queen Giulia Aldobrandeschi  of Flanders, Queen Aviendha Althor  of Scotland and many more others. Some advised/ intend  to stop my foolish plans, some gave me donations , in terms of goods & money , others , word of encouragements.

In the past, after a long time talking to the past King of France, King Axel Richard von Fersen-Bourbon. He told me his reasons for appointing Lady Madeline Baldric and I was disappointed with his reasons, but I told him, I will clean your problem.

From then on, I work my hard as a merchant , selling Doubloons, diamond ring and many goods and communicate with others, for a discount and train / study hard , ask for support of my decision , not only from foreigners , but from my fellow French Citizens.

<End of Flashback>

Seeing my fellow comrades  and getting burned from tar jars and fighting their best, I gave my best. Sadly I met, Jerome Blake, a veteran fighter and loyalist to the crown. I lost conscious , after the duel with Jerome Blake.

<After a few hours>?
I awoke in a rebel camp, a kind girl ,helping me to sit and read all letters, from friends and family. After reading a few message, I been overcome with joy, but new problems await.

French Revolution of 1316

I have to first, to enjoy my victory and help my fellow comrades.


 
« Last Edit: 24 November, 2016, 12:52:06 PM by Primula Maria Van Rossun »

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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #5 on: 24 November, 2016, 01:32:07 PM »
Sadly this is only left at the castle...
24-Nov-1316, 12:27 You took 54 Silver coins from structure: Royal Palace (owner:Primula Maria Van Rossun) in: ILE-DE-FRANCE.

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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #6 on: 02 December, 2016, 11:08:30 PM »
I was taken into the revolt by dame Primula Maria Van Rossun, who had been looking for warriors in order to dethrone the regent. I was in Savoy, in a county named Provence, near the coast, trying to cattle and helping with building. I was not very skilled by doing farming so I answered yes to her request and came to have a fight at the gates of Paris.
« Last Edit: 04 December, 2016, 12:24:08 PM by Dupain Lancelot »
In the name of Montjoie by Saint Denis !

Montjoie, Saint Denis !

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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #7 on: 03 December, 2016, 01:31:44 PM »
I am really thankful to those that participated in the revolution.
Whether your with the royalist or those who join me.

Notice that I didn't ban those left the country for coming back.
Madeline Baldric, Pierre Le Paysan , Reichardt Von Baden and Jethro Tull

25-Nov-1316, 03:17 Reichardt Von Baden changed residence and left Kingdom of France - ILE-DE-FRANCE for Kingdom of England - GWYNNEDD.
25-Nov-1316, 02:40 Jethro Tull changed residence and left Kingdom of France - SENS for Kingdom of England - YORK.
25-Nov-1316, 00:10 Pierre Le Paysan changed residence and left Kingdom of France - ILE-DE-FRANCE for Kingdom of England - GWYNNEDD.
24-Nov-1316, 23:21 Madeline Baldric changed residence and left Kingdom of France - ILE-DE-FRANCE for Kingdom of England - ESSEX.


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« Reply #8 on: 24 December, 2016, 10:24:06 PM »
As Mr. Pierre du Vallon, sits beside a slow burning fire enjoying a fine brandy.  It occurs to him that it is time to record the events of 'that day'.  The day that changed so much for him.  The day of the revolution.  Where the forces of Ms. Primula Maria Van Rossun, overtook the those of Madame Baldric, fought on November 24, 1316.

He remembers be concerned that morning.  Mostly, because so much was unknown.  For many months, he had worked by the side of Ms. Primula Maria Van Rossun.  He had seen the passion in her eyes, and the fire she held inside of her.  For some time, he had known that if a revolution came, she would be the one to lead it.  Yet, going against his Queen was not any easy task for Mr. du Vallon.  Unlike others, he placed a great deal of weight to the matter of titles and nobility.  For in his heart, he felt that only with such stature could true power officially reside.  Also the Queen had done little to personally anger him.  Admittedly, Mr. du Vallon had his disagreements with the King prior, but never with the Queen.  Yet, as time progressed, very little had happened in France.  No news seemed to come from the castles, other nations fought battles with natives (there was even a rumored battle that was supposed to happen in Nevers - though it never came to pass).  Various official posts found themselves without owners.  All the while, the people of France talked, but nowhere was there any word or message from those in power.  At some point then it came to Mr. Pierre du Vallon, the idea of whether inaction could be constituted an offense.  It was with that decision, that Mr. du Vallon had thrown his support behind Ms. Primula Maria Van Rossun.  Fearing all the while, that at any time the city guards would come for him and arrest him for aiding and arming a vocal opponent to the Queen.

On that faithful day, he remembers being dressed in plate mail.  Armor he had forged himself.  Wishing he had possessed more money and time to craft the rest of the suit, he was satisfied to at least have the chest, pants, and shoes pieces.  Unlike most of his compatriots, though in his hand he held a scimitar and shield.  Opting for a defensive stance with a shield, he wanted to be ready for anything.  The scimitar was for two reasons.  One, it's sharp edge he knew from his days onboard ships, would provide a harsh weapon, which would make his opponents bleed.  Secondly though, it was a sign of his past.  Even if he didn't wish to advertise it, the fact that he chose not to use a short sword, or a war hammer said a great deal.  Unlike those trained within castles, Mr. du Vallon had learned how to fight from men the civilized world would label wretches and deplorable(s).  Mr. du Vallon, was an oddity.  Standing amidst the infantry as one of the group leaders, wearing hand crafted armor the quality a knight would wear, yet armed and bearing the fighting stance of someone much more savage.

In the battle that ensued.  Parts remain a blur, while other memories are as vivid as if they happened mere moments ago.  He remembers charging with his men, forward while yelling "For the Glory of France".  I swung my scimitar a great deal, hitting many.  I know that I killed two guards at least.  As one I clear remember cleaving across the face, and another piercing his light armor through the chest.  I remember rallying my men, and telling them to push on even when we encountered the city guards.  Being part of the main force, little did I know that Ms. Primula Maria Van Rossun, and Mr. Oliver de Montmorency, had already been wounded in battle.  Breaking down the remainder of the locked doors, we encountered the remainder of the Queen's forces pulling back to regroup from Ms. Primula Maria Van Rossun's lead force.  Seeing she was already wounded, I made my attack.   While she was able to get four powerful blows on me with her war axe, I was able to manage a greater quantity less damaging blows with my scimitar.  With her about ready to fall, though the remainder of her guards were able to grab her and quickly get her out of combat.

With that the battle was over.
My armor had taken some damage, and I was beaten in a few places but nothing a glass of alcohol, and some healing medicine couldn't help.  I had survived, I had not fallen.  It was with that, I sought out Ms. Carlita Borgia, for like me I heard that she remained on the field of combat.  The two of us congratuated each other, and the cause.  While we sought to the clean up, maintaining order, and seeking word on those that had been wounded in battle.  The day had come, we had a new queen, Ms. Primula Maria Van Rossun, her Majesty, now the Queen of France.


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Re: Revolution in France
« Reply #9 on: 26 December, 2016, 02:00:40 PM »
Its been a month since the revolution, from my coronation at Cathedral of Reims.

I am thankful to those supported me and help me and even believe me, that they volunteer to fight with me.
I really was surprised that the defender where very hard to fight and happy that the Viscountess of Tourraine, Karrel Devitt  didn't join, I respect her decision.

After the fight m getting wounded, I check and ask those injured to get cured, starting from those gravely injured like me, carry a feast , and a prayer for those who fallen.

I look at the treasury, seeing nothing and looking at the reports handed down by the royal book keeper, there weren't anything left, just a few coins....really those people, stole much the French People, still I did not ban them or even confiscate the home of Madeline Baldric.