The History of the World V . . . .

[OzzyKP]

The Battle of Boston


The young prince Ashoka, was charged with the important task of capturing Boston to ease pressure on Madras and to bring the war to America in dramatic fashion so as to end this war finally. Ashoka approached the task with zeal. The prince was a brilliant military commander and a ruthless leader. He demanded absolute obedience from his troops, and public executions at their camp were a daily occurance. His men were made to face the price of disobedience, and ultimately face the price of failure in battle. His soldiers whispered that the prince was more brutal than even the Russian Czar.

Equal only to his brutality, was his brilliance. He knew time was of the essence, as was secrecy. With America's attention turned toward Madras, now was the best opportunity to strike Boston. However it must be a surprize or the Jewish powers would have time to arrange a proper defence.

He knew well the failure of the first assault of Boston, early in the war before his time. The Russians and Indians led a great army to their doom. Lacking careful planning or competent leadership, the army clumsily met their death in the forests around Boston. By the time the army was in position and ready to strike, the Americans, French and Germans had moved a mighty force into Boston and defended the city bravely.

After a rough start to the war, India now had quite competent military leadership. Ashoka being one of its stars. India had the advantage that most of the fighting was done on its turf. Though his army was near Boston, it was firmly in India's territory, and no one knew the jungles as well as India. They hid deep in the jungle away from American scouts and spies. With this mighty force hid, Ashoka knew he could draw off the Americans with a diversion.

He sent a brave company of Indian axes east through American lands. Sticking to easily defendable forests and jungles, these axemen did not seek to conceal their presence. All Americans eyed this unit warily.

Ashoka's plan worked brilliantly. Penetrating deep into America, the axmen held up three large detachments of American soldiers. Soldiers who no doubt would have been sent to Boston or Madras otherwise. With America's attention turned to Madras and that lone company of axemen, Boston was wide open...

Under the cover of darkness, Prince Ashoka moved his army north to the edge of Boston. The French garrison were taken completely by surprize. With no reinforcements forthcoming, the battle went well for India. The Jewish forces were outmanuevered and had no chance against the superior Indian force.

At daylight Ashoka converged. His men stormed the gates and overcame the French archers inside. The battle was short but savage.

Ashoka instructed his men to show no mercy, for they would be shown none. The battle was brutal. Driven by Ashoka's bloodlust, the defenders were killed to the last man. No prisoners taken, and no quarter shown. Buildings were razed and the women & children raped and murdered by the invading troops.

While but a fraction of the damage done to Madras and the lands around Delhi, the scene was bloody. Corpses lying in the fields and in the streets. Blood everywhere. After the battle Ashoka walked through the carnage and his pride in victory quickly turned to regret, and then disgust.

He continued to walk and reflect. He thought to himself... "What have I done?"

[OzzyKP]

The Epic Battle of Madras


In a field northwest of Madras - 4 am

General Pusyamitra rides through the ranks of his mounted warriors, using this quiet time before the battle to try to speak to many of the soldiers personally. Anticipation for an imminent battle is the worst thing for one's nerves, so anything he could do to calm his waiting soldiers the better.

He asked about their wives, their hometowns, anything to take their mind off the long odds and bloody battle that would soon commence. Also he hoped to put their thoughts on home and family to give them an idea of what they were fighting for. They would need every ounce of courage and strength to withstand the Jewish onslaught.

It was still dark out, but the hour was drawing near. Just then, he saw a bright flash in the sky over Madras. Then many more. Fireballs streaked through the distant sky pummeling the Madras defenders. He felt guilty in a way - his men ran out here to escape that bombardment, but there were many still in the city who remain to endure it. But if this could give them a slight edge in the battle, so be it.

The bombardment was massive. This was not like the casual bombardment the holy city of Madras had endured for years now during the siege. This was the final assault. The battle had at last begun...


Madras - 10 am

The American catapults were deadly and effective. More costly to the defenders than the earlier - largely futile - charge by the French swordsmen. Many men died in the assault, with minimal losses to the Americans. Colonel Mahavir hurredly directed fire brigades to extinguish the many fires caused by America's bombardment. The fire brigades were mostly women as all available men were prepared to fight.

It wasn't long before the combined Jewish army began to advance on the city. The Indians dug in and prepared for a long battle. Their archers stood behind what was left of the wall and fired off into the American lines as they advanced. Many fell, but with only a swiss cheese wall seperating the two armies, the invaders weren't delayed long before reaching the city.

The sound of the approaching American horde was terrifying. Their battle horns blowing in the distance and the beat of their axes against their sheilds as they approached the wall.

As they waited for battle to be joined, Colonel Mahavir rallies his troops, "Sons of Madras! Of Delhi! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of India fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of India comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"

Swordsmen and axemen poured through the many breaks in the Madras wall. Colonel Mahavir gave the order and the infantry of India charged into battle.


In a field northwest of Madras - 1 pm

After many hours of watching the battle unfold in the distance, General Pusyamitra finally sees the signal from Madras for his company to ride.

Pusyamitra bares his teeth at the enemy, and summons his courage, riding to his captains and giving orders.

Pusyamitra: Kartikeya, take your men down the left flank. Jasveer, follow the King's banner down the center. Uttam, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness!

Pusyamitra rides in front of the horse archers, trying to bolster their courage.



Pusyamitra: Arise! Arise, Riders of India! Spears shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered! A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!

The riders ready their bows & spears. Pusyamitra rides in front of the horses, banging his sword against their lowered spears.

Pusyamitra: Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin, and the world's ending! Death!


Madras - 2 pm



The host of Pusyamitra rode out to meet the Jewish horde in Madras. Axmen, archers, swordsmen, horse archers, catapults, it was a massive battle the likes of which the world had never seen. The Indian commanders led their troops with skill and bravery. The men stood their ground and fought to the last man. The earth itself shook from this meeting of two giant armies.

For hours the battle continued, into the night and to daylight again. Three days in total the men fought and rested and fought again. Rivers of blood flowed through Madras and the forests around it. Poets would write epics about that day, mourning the lost and honoring the victorious. The honor and glory of that day is only half the story. The other story is one of carnage. Unspeakable acts on both sides. The French soldiers who survived returned to Paris and began a new movement against the war, a movement for pacifism - for they have seen more war than any man rightly should.

More men died on the three days of the Battle of Madras than in all battles in all the wars of recorded human history up to that point. Terra was never before so scarred by bloodshed. Legendary bravery and courage was seen on both sides. But against all odds, it was the brave men of India that carried the day.

Reinforcements came from the north and from the west, and made the difference in the war for India. With the American supply lines cut off by the capture of Boston, the Jewish alliance couldn't reinforce its army and ultimately was destroyed there at the gates of Madras. Victory did not come without cost however. Many Indians met their end that day. Colonel Mahavir fell, as did Captain Jasveer. General Pusyamitra survived but sustained serious injuries.

His tactical decision to move the cavalry outside of the city may ultimately have been the action that saved Madras from capture. At full strength, having not suffered the bombardment, the mounted force of the Indians may have been the deciding factor in the battle.

The brave men of Madras would forever be immortalized in Indian song and tradition. The glory of that day shone so bright it shall never fade.

Madras was safe, India had won.

[The Capo]

The Rise and Fall of Sancho Diaz (Finale)

General Mendoza's garrison had finally found General Pizarro. He was hungry, thirsty, and terribly tired. Combined with the fact that the swordsmen were passing the deserts near Santiago, things didn't look very good for the General. Mendoza knew, however, if he returned to Madrid without the General alive Sancho would have his head. "Give the General more water!" General Mendoza barked at a soldier.

"Yes Don Mendoza," the soldier said, pouring more water down the half-conscious General's throat "We'll run out of water soon Don Mendoza."

"No matter, we shall be in Santiago soon, and we can rest up there, we must get him back into Spanish territory alive and well." he told the soldier, pulling his horse up towards Colonel Jimenez.

"Ah, General Mendoza, how is Pizarro?" the Colonel asked.

"Not well, how long until we reach Santiago?"

"We should be there within two days, we should be fine." the Colonel replied.

"We don't have enough time, we are running short on water, send someone ahead now!" the General ordered.

"Yes, yes sir." the Colonel said as he ordered some men to go forth to Santiago for water...

Madrid...

"So he is going to assault the camp from these hills here?" Isabella said to her assembled advisors; there was the Steward and her father Isidor Bainor de Castilla, the newly freed Bartolo Calderon de Cordoba, General Hernan Cortez, and Salvador Duarte the new foreign minister. King Sancho had put Isidor in charge (in name only) while he was out on campaign, he feared that with Isabella directly involved in running the country there would be an opportunity for Count/Duke Gaspar Guzman de Olivares to make a bid for power. Isabella had been worried about Sancho since he had left, she was haunted with terrible dreams where Sancho dies in battle, so she insisted that she see the military plans before the attack occured.

"How many troops does he have?" Isabella asked the General.

"I would say around 10,000 men, not a very large force, but significantly large enough to take down these barbarians." General Cortez replied.

"And the Khazars?"

"Well, they have more men my Queen, but they can not defeat our swordsmen." the General insisted.

"What arms do they use?" the Queen asked.

"Darling, Sancho will be-" Isidor attempted to speak, but the Queen quickly cut him off.

"SILENCE!" she yelled without even turning her attention towards Isidor, she truly hated him "What arms do they use General?"

"Primarily archers, using short-swords for close combat situations, we should break them easily. They are not professionals, they are brigands your highness, they will not win the day." Cortez replied.

"Very good, Cortez, please escort my father from the building, I have to speak with Bartolo and Salvador for a moment." the Queen said.

Cortez put his hand on Isidor's arm, and he quickly pulled it away "Hands off me General! I am the Steward of Spain, I will not be treated with such disrespect!"

"You will do as I say, FATHER!" Isabella said, she could never forgive her father for leaving her alone in that house for her entire life.

"C'mon Isidor, we're going." the General said as he and a couple of guards escorted Isidor from the room. Salvador was a bit uneasy about this; in his mind it was odd for a woman to treat a man in this way, let alone her own father, and let alone the King (well, Steward at least) of Spain. What could he do though? He knew his place, and Isidor must have known his.

"I apologize for that, many people don't know about the suffering I went through as I child." the Queen explained "And at his behest."

"Some of us know more than you think my young Queen." Bartolo replied, he was getting up there in age, and had cultivated a nice beard for himself while being kept in the royal dungeons.

"Oh, I didn't mean that Bartolo. I am deeply sorry about the way my husband treated you, he was just upset about El Cid, he was as a father to Sancho." the Queen said.

"I know my lady, I can't say I understood his actions, but I know. That is not why we are here though, I am a bit concerned about the aftermath of this war; namely Spain's position in the world." Bartolo began "Sancho has managed to sever ties with the Jewish states to the south, and more importantly with England and the Inca. Under El Cid we were easily the most respected and trusted nation on Terra, now we are mere traitors to them, we've been described as untrustworthy pigs!"

"I disagree with Bartolo my Queen" Salvador responded "These countries, these Jews, they are vermin. They are filth, they started this war, and have twisted the tale to seem like it is us, it is Spain, that has done wrong. We are peaceful, and friendly with all of our neighbors my Queen; China, India, and Russia all hold us in the highest regard. We should not cowtow to these rogue states, these fringe states."

"I understand both positions, but it is necessary to act civilized, we have much to gain from the Jewish states, as well as the English, and the Inca. We can't ignore them, but at the same time we can't give them too much, we musn't look weak." the Queen thought aloud "Our first order of business should be to establish some sort of Northern Summit, as El Cid wished for. We will invite the English, and the Inca as well. We must sincerely want to help though, I'm sure Russia and the Inca have been harmed by this war, I know India has. Perhaps we should discuss ways of rebuilding, not only our infrastructure but also our friendship."

"That is exactly what I think we should do my Queen." Bartolo said "We should include the Jewish states as well, show the world Spain is a fair nation."

"No, we musn't invite the Jewish states!" Salvador said "It will anger Russia, and India, it will diminish our control of the situation. They are uncivilized devils! They are warmongers, this will ruin the summit."

"We don't know that to be true Salvador!" Bartolo replied "It will make the English and Inca feel safe."

"No Bartolo, Salvador is right. If the Jews show up, they will have a three nation bloc from the start of the discussion, besides they have nothing to offer us in the north, we have to convince the English and the Inca that they were dragged into this Jewish war, show them that they can be better off with us." the Queen explained.

"So what shall I do my Queen?" Salvador asked.

"Send a letter to the Incas, England, China, Russia and India, we have many issues to discuss..."

The End of Sancho...

The cold wind blew over the remains of the Spanish forces under King Sancho. The assault against the Khazak camp was poorly planned; the Spanish were grossly outnumbered, cold, and tired. They couldn't adapt to fighting in the harsh tundras of the north. Their King wanted to become immortalized, and now he would be, literally frozen for centuries in the mountains of the northern tundra. He left no heir, with an inept moron as Steward, a Queen that wouldn't be accepted by the Spanish nobility, and a rival in Gaspar Guzman de Olivares that now had his chance to seize control of the Spanish Monarchy.

The anarchy that would follow Sancho's death would usher into effect a new dynasty in Spain. One that didn't carry the same petty rivalries that characterized Spanish culture for centuries. Nobody would remember whether they were Andalusians, Castillians, Aragonese or Celts anymore; they knew they were Spanish. Spain's future rulers would no longer compete with eachother for power, but with other nations. Before that though a great Queen would rise to prominence, she would show her naysayers up, and she would make sure everyone remembered the name of the great Queen...

everyone would remember the name of Isabella.

[The Capo]

Her Royal Highness, Queen of Aragon, Queen of Castilla, Queen of Leon, and Queen of the Spanish Empire, Isabella de Castilla.

TO: The Incan Empire, England, China, India, and Russia.
FROM: Foreign Minister Salvador Duarte de Sevilla.

My letter to your great nations has two aims; the first is to inform you of the tragic, yet heroic, death of our King Sancho Diaz de Barcelona. He fought valiantly against the barbarian Khazars of the northlands, refusing to retreat and grossly outnumbered Spanish troops failed to dispatch the hordes of Khazars that overwhelmed them in the harsh tundra. Sancho will always be remembered for his contributions to Spain.

His wife, the glorious Isabella of Castille, has assumed the throne until her son Ferdinand comes of age. Her first order of business is to help the Russians, Indians, Inca, English, and Indians with the havoc caused by the Great World War upon their territories. There is no reason for civilized nations such as ourselves to harbor resentment towards one another over a war so clearly started by the fork-tongued Jews of the south. The prosperity of the great nothern states is at stake. We know for a fact that the Indians, Russians and Inca suffered horrible pillaging during the war, and understand that Russia's cities were not connected well by roads to begin with. It is in Spain's interest to see your nations thrive, and the best way to guarantee that is to meet and discuss issues such as trade, technology and infrastructure.

Which brings us to the second aim of this letter; for the reasons mentioned above Queen Isabella has cordially invited you to Madrid to discuss northern matters. If you are not inclined to meet with Her Majesty, please let the Spanish Foreign Ministry know beforehand. If this letter is summarily ignored, we shall remember. Just as we remember how some of your nations summarily ignored the pleadings of the great El Cid before you let this war ravage our lands.

Peace be with you.

-Salvador Duarte de Sevilla.

[deity]

Manning was summonsed to London from Berlin. Elizabeth was desperate. All truth was being lost in politics and battles.

"Your Majesty?'

"Help me Sir, for I have lost my way. From a time when all foreign relations seemed positive, save the Mongols and a hicough with Germany, to this point in time where we stand accussed of war-mongering."

"It was not of your making your majesty. You stood for truth and the defence of small nations like ours. You did not start this war. Russia delared war on America over religious issues with no diplomatic dialog."

"I know. I have lost my friends in Spain and Russia but gained new friends in the Star Alliance. Their missionaries have arrived in London and I need you to speak with them. We have a well organised paganistic religion that reaps much cultural reward but we can fair so much better."

Manning reflected, "It seems the war has yielded a net loss of two Star Alliance cities, Boston and Huamanga (ooc correct?), despite our General Alfred's brave efforts in capturing Novograd along with our Northern Alliance immortal friends, the Inca. Of course I advised against this war on Russia for our ancient ties are buried deep."

"Stop it Manning, kind Sir. I intend to knight Alfred for his monumental achievements there."

"Knight him?"

"Yes."

---

Manning was not pleased with this. He, a veteran of Spanish expeditions, the Mongol war and the German war had received no such honour. And the current woes of the English are a result of his advise being ignored. Damn that Alfred.

---

Manning retorted, "Yes my Queen I shall meet with the Jewish Missionaries, but let's look at the role of our alliance members: The Inca - brave and strong for their number; The Americans - incompetent military bufoons..."

"Stop it!! Do not utter such words in this city!"

"Sorry your majesty... The Americans - brave and fearless but unable to snatch victory despite French assistance...."

"Ah the French, now they are another matter."

"My Queen?"

"Just that. It was very difficult for the Americans to comand such a disparate alliance as ours. Even your support troops you sent from the Southern Isles proved tricky for the Americans."

"My axemen? My superbly trained forces ae not to blame!" Manning was having trouble here. He was inwardly furious on several matters now but he could not vent openly or honestly.

"Manning. If you'd handed control to Alfred, when he was north of Novograd and your Axes were in Washington (?) , as I requested things might have been different at Madras. Alfred was working very closely with the American commander you know."

"Err ..I'm sorry your majesty... but the line of command near Madras was so fractured that.."

"YOU were in BERLIN Manning!!" Elizabeth was starting to get very agitated now.

Manning was feeling very uncomfortable but more was to come.

She continued, "You sat with German aristocracy whilst English lives were lost on the battlefield"

"but you sai.."

"SILENCE!!", She roared, as matters started to crystalise in her mind. "You fight a tin pot war with Germany and claim greatness. You and your German friends are a liability!!" She didn't mean to say that.

Manning stood in stunned silence.

She tried to iron things out now, "Well, look Manning, who was meant to defend the American cities?"

"Germany your majesty", he uttered quietly.

"And what happened?"

"Boston was lost.."

"EXACTLY! Do NOT blame America; NOT even France now I come to think of it. "

---

Manning retired to his ship at the docks to eat alone in his officers mess. A plate of 'crab de la carte' sat in front of him.

SLAM! SMASH! The plate went flying across the room, pieces of crab went everywhere.

"Damn her, damn them!! I must get home, alive... to my southern lands..."

[LzPrst]

The Calm Afore the Storm
Part 3 of the Aftermath

The Dust of the German civil war is about to settle. But no clear victor has emerged. Adolphe has regained control of Berlin, but Seeland Island off the coast has declared themselves a free princedom under the rule of Ulrich. Münich is in the hands of the Münchausen Warlords and Hamburg has been taken over by a faction of the jewish priesthood.

Adolphe still rules the largest of all German cities with nearly half the German population and most of its riches. He knows now that it is only a matter of time before he can reassert his control over all Germany. But it will be a horrible task. The rebellious cities will have to be Conquered. And then pacified. And then rebuilt. It will be a bad time for Germany for decades to come and Adolphe is growing older. When he dies Germany may again face civil war. The Warchief's mood is dark of late. In his staff meetings he repeatedly blames the war for this internal conflict, particularly the French turning away from war, adopting pacifism! A clear cause and effeect can be seen as to why they were unable to hold the line at the most crucial moment right before Germany would throw its full military might into the fray.

Germany again and again warned France that an attack would come on Boston soon, yet nothing was done. Germany sent the last remainders of its own home garrisons, risking popular uprisings to defend Boston.

That the German sacrifice at the city of Boston has been all but ignored by former allies angers him greatly. And his people. The Germans are a strong proud people, that they could ever lose a war is inconceivable to them. Treachery must have been involved. What separates the German empire is the question of who is responsible for the treachery. The priests in Hamburg and the Warlords of München blame Adolphe. The people are divided in their views, but most of them believe as Adolphe that it was the French adopting pacifism that led the home front to fall. How can you fight the Hordes of the enemy when you dont believe in fighting? French has become a vulgarism in the streets of Berlin. Even the Hamburg'ers who have always been close to France and its culture now scoff at their weakling pose.

Adolphe knows that he must train his people to fight in order to reconquer his empire. A massive recruitment and training process is begun in Berlin. This disastrous conflict must be stopped. Now!

But perhaps there is another way to unite the nation...

[KunojiLym]

Nikolay Fyodorov, self-appointed Regent of the Russian Empire, scowled as he stood atop the palace walls. The Impeskie Osi and the rebels under the brat Feodar had converged upon Moscow from Novgorod and Sri Nikolaevsky, and were even now approaching the capital itself. The reports from the field seemed to indicate that they might even had joined forces. Inconceivable! And yet, he could see for himself that the nobles who had schemed with him were either dead or had defected to the rebels.

How did it go so wrong?

Perhaps, the former Chief Advisor brooded, his name was too inexortibly linked with that of the late Ivan the Terrible. He had thought that he would be seen as the savior of the Russian Empire by striking the idiot down when he was most vulnerable. The fools saw otherwise. All his plans crumbling to dust.

But still he would not yield.

"Hang our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still 'They come'. Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up!" He raised his axe in defiance.

---

On the outskirts of Moscow, Feodar and Kurbsky huddled in consultation.

"He cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule." The young man tapped his fingers upon the chair that he was seated in.

"Aye. And yet he keeps still in Moscow, and will endure our setting down before it." The old general paced the floor before Feodar. "'Tis his main hope."

"How shall we break the seige then, General? Though I am well-read in military tactics, you have the advantage of pratical experience."

Kurbsky smiled a little. "You flatter me, my lord. In my long years of campaign, I have tasted the bitter fruits of defeat more than sweet victory. But very well. It is certain that Fyodorov will rely on the imperial archers. After all, they are the ones who brought victory over the Zionist rebels all those years ago. He hopes that we will waste our strength breaking against the walls again and again.

"It will be best if we can lure him and his power without the fortifications. There, our maces and crossbows can make short work of him. Barring that, however, we have no choice but to use our catapults to slowly wear him down. It saddens me that we have to do this, but such must be done, if the tyrant is to be finally unseated."

"There may be a third way, General."

"Oh?"

"It's a risky plan, but like you, I have no desire of seeing this dragged out any longer than it should. Now, here's what I think..."

---

"My lord!" A messanger burst into the royal chambers, breathing heavily. Nikolay scowled, as he spun around, his grip tightening on his ceremonial axe in the process.

"Ravana damn you black, you cream-faced loon! Wherefore did you get that goose look?"

"T- there is ten thousand-"

"Geese, villan?" The Regent positively glowered with rage. The poor page nearly soiled himself as he stammered, "S-Soldiers, sir."

"Go ***** your face, and over-red your fear, you lily-livered boy!" Nikolay snarled. "What soldiers, patch? Death of your soul! Those linen cheeks of yours are counsellors to fear! What soldiers, whey-face?"

"T-the rebel force, so please you. T- They have broken in!"

Nikolay's eyes widened. In an instant he had grabbed the page by the collar, and pulled him close, his face black with fury.

"Liar and slave!"

"L- Let me endure your wrath if it be not so," the page squeaked. "But I swear, by Shiva, they are even now storming the palace itself- urk!" Nikolay had flung the messenger into the nearest wall, and he slowly slid down it, finally sinking into blessed unconsciousness.

"If you speak false, upon the next tree shall you hang alive till famine cling you," the Regent exclaimed, even as he drew his axe. "If your speech be truth, I care not if you do for me as much." With the air of a desperate man, he strode towards the great doors-

-which abruptly burst open. In trooped a legion of macemen and crossbowmen, with Feodar at the helm, personally wielding his axe. Nikolay stared for an instance, before he gave an inarticulate cry of rage, and flung himself at the young man.

A crossbow bolt was all that was needed to take him down.

"When the core is rotten, the surface cannot long hold," Feodar mused, as he looked down at the fallen figure. "We had no need to storm the gate; your own soldiers opened them for us. Such is the final legacy of this war."

---

With the death of Nikolay, Feodar was officially recognized by the Council as being descended directly from Nicholas the Great. A week later, the city of Moscow was alight with color, as the young man was sworn in as Feodar I, Tsar of the Russian Empire. The aged Kurbsky remained as head of the Impeskie Osi, who, while still the 'imperial axes' in name, now wielded maces of deadly design. With this, the Time of Troubles finally came to an end.

But what of the 'Crusade'?

[KunojiLym]

During the war, Russian science had not been sitting idle. Indeed, some argued that the war actually helped to foster scientific development. Whatever the case, Mother Russia did produce one luminary whose name was to resonate all over Terra.

Ivan Terentyevich Kleymenov was born of Russia nobility, and as such was tutored by some of the most pretigious men from both Russia and India. He was expected to eventually take up a position as an officer in the Army, as indeed every Russian nobleman was expected to do. But at the age of 13, Kleymenov contracted a serious illness, one that nearly killed him. Forever afterwards, he was incapable of much physical exertion, and the path to the Army was closed to him.

Kleymenov was not one to despair, however. He took up an appenticeship under the renowned engineer and mathematician, Georgy Langemak. Together, the two men devised several equations and principles of design that revolutionized the art of manufacture. Langemak was eventually executed by Ivan III on suspisions of him being a spy for the Northern Alliance. Kleymenov then continued the work of his mentor, but withdrew into seclusion for a time. For many years, no one knew what he was working on.

When Kleymenov finally reappeared, it was to present a marvel of engineering to the Imperial Court. The ball and chain mace was in several respects far superior to the axes of old. At the same time, he also presented the world's first suit of chain mail, which rendered the old arrows and axes ineffectual. Together, it was clear to all that the shape of warfare was changed forever.

With Nikolay's blessings, Kleymenov set up an Academy in Moscow, where the best and brightest minds of Russia gathered to learn and share knowledge. The Imperial Academy, as it came to be known, produced results within the span of a mere few years, as plans for the crossbow and the windmill were drawn up and perfected. The crossbow in particular was the subject of much controvesty at the time of its introduction, for many saw it as a betrayal of the principles of archery that Nicholas the Great had established. It was far easier to shoot with a crossbow, after all. But that was exactly the point, for the purposes of the war. The crossbow, while it had yet to completedly replace the simple bow and arrow, was now accepted and acknowledged by the Russians as a deadly weapon worthy of respect. It was here, too, where Indian academics came to lecture on advances in the field of construction, enabling the first Russian catapults to be built.

Kleymenov passed away at the age of 43, finally subcumming to the toils that all his hard work had taken on his frail body. He never lived to see the end of the war, but he undoubtfully contributed most admirably.

[OzzyKP]

The End of the Great War

Victory Parade Down Janaka Blvd...

Prince Ashoka and General Pusyamitra return to Delhi and great fanfare, bringing news of the victories at Boston and Madras, and victory in the Great War. Veterans of the war march triumphantly down the broad Janaka Blvd. The people of Delhi came out in the tens of thousands to welcome home their heros. Flower petals are thrown from every balcony, and crowns of flowers are handed to the soldiers as they pass.

Military bands play an upbeat tune, and the entire city of Delhi is filled with music and cheers of happy Indians. Indeed everyone is happy except the main object of their praise - Prince Ashoka. Still troubled by the horrible realities of war, the praise and jubilation of the crowds just make him angry.

Ashoka thinks as he rides through the city, "Don't they know? They cheer the glory of victory, but victory is no more glorious than defeat. Much blood has spilt. Too much. I deserve no honor, I am no hero, I am a murderer. Will the gods ever forgive me? Do the gods even care? Or do they thirst for blood as much as man?"

While in Boston, as he was questioning the war and his role in everything, Ashoka came across an old Confucian guru. He sat and spoke with him a while, and for the first time began to appreciate the wisdom of Confucius. He has had much to think about of late.

General Pusyamitra on the other hand was a career soldier and relished this moment. Still weak from his injuries, the honor and praise of this parade lit him up and gave him strength. Short of the heat of battle itself, there was no other place he'd rather be. The glory of victory and the honor of defeating a worthy foe was the highest honor a man could achieve in life.

Delhi was decorated more extravagantly than ever before, it was a spectacle worthy of the Great War. The celebrations would last for five weeks all through the Empire. It was a well deserved celebration to mark a well deserved victory. While the rest of the world's great powers fell to civil war and intrigue, India - the most stable power that has been free of internal strife for millennia - celebrates with wine and song. It is a glorious time to be alive - a glorious time to be Indian.

The End of an Era...

King Chandragupta held a massive feast to honor the returning commanders from the Great War. Ashoka and Pusyamitra sat at the King's table along with Chanakya, the Queen and other family members. All the best food the Empire had to offer was available. Delicacies were imported from the new captured American territory, and from China, Spain and Russia.

After everyone had eaten their fill, and enjoyed some lovely Indian dancers, the toasts began. Ashoka, Pusyamitra, and numerous other generals and dignitaries rose to give respectful tributes to the men who died and praise India's victory. Standing last, the King rose to give a toast. He was quite old by now (not as old as Chanakya however, but that man never seems to die... but more on that later), but still in good health. However the stress of war and leadership has taken its toll.

Rising to his feet the large banquet hall is quieted, and looks up to their beloved leader.

"Today is a proud day in the history of the Indian Empire. We have fended off an invasion, and secured great glory and power for our people. No medal or feast or celebration can accurately convey the pride and gratitude all India has for you, her brave soldiers who won for her such a mighty victory. May you all live out your lives in peace, wealth and happiness. May the gods smile on your descendants for generations to come. You are the doers of great things, great men who have proven yourselves far beyond the worth of others on Terra. It is for you that we gather here today."

The men crowded into the hall rose to their feet and give a thunderous applause to the King, but soon he raises his hand once more to silence them.

"We gather here today not only to honor you, the living and victorious. We gather here to honor our fallen friends and soldiers who gave their lives to the defense of our Empire. While we can never say enough to pay our respects to our comrades now buried under the earth, we must surely avoid saying too little. The historic victory we have achieved would never have occurred without their sweat and blood. No speech or toast truly honor those brave Indians who died in service to their King, their gods, and the Empire. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did in this war.'

"It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this Empire, first among the gods, shall have a new birth of peace and prosperity-- and shall not perish from the world."

Once again the men jump to their feet and shake the hall with their thunderous applause. Chandragupta was a moving speaker, and they swelled with pride in their land and their King. Like before though, the King motions for them to be quiet and continues on.

"My entire reign as your King has been scarred by war. I was a young man when this Great War began, and now my hair has turned white and my face cracked. Each pit and wrinkle on my skin is one more tragedy and loss of our brave Indians. Each gray hair is an evil witnessed in the horror of war. My heart has yearned for peace for decades. I dreamt of this day, this glorious day when peace was at hand. When the needless suffering of our people would end. Now that it is here, it is as if I have stumbled into a foreign land.'

"Thinking ahead I realize that peace is as alien to me as the mountains are to a fish. War is all I have known, and as much as I have lusted for peace, I know that peace can not succeed in the hands of a warrior."

Chanakya, quickly growing worried for where his friend and king was going with this, rose and whispered in the ear of Chandragupta, "Whatever you are planning, please sire, take some time to think this over. Finish this speech now, so you and I can discuss this matter at length - in private. Do not do something rash in front of the entire hall."

Brushing him aside, the great Chandragupta Maurya continued to address the banquet hall.

With a smile, the king says, "My dear friend and advisor, Chanakya, is anxious for desert and asks that I hurry this along."

He waits for the laughs to subside before continuing, more seriously this time, "I am a warrior, like you all, and like all warriors I have seen unspeakable acts of evil... and indeed been responsible for evil myself."

At this point he glances at Ashoka, who is looking up at him in bewilderment and awe. The two men had spoken at length after Ashoka returned from the front. The war has affected both of them in deeply personal ways, and that conversation helped Chandragupta decide to say what he was about to say.

He continued, "I have much evil to atone for, so I say to you my beloved kinsmen, I shall not be the one to guide India into a new age of peace and prosperity. With the war over, this old warrior must move on. After much thought, I believe a new India - a peaceful India - is best left in the hands of my grandson. Effective immediately, I abdicate the throne. Ashoka is now King of India."

The crowd was silent in shock. Chanakya again rose and tried to talk some sense into Chandragupta, but it was too late. Chandragupta removed his royal crown and vestments, and placed them on his grandson who was just as shocked as the crowd.

The Maurya Dynasty had entered a new age.

[KunojiLym]

The reign of Feodor I saw a renewed flowering of the Russian Empire. Novgorod, ravaged by the war, rose again like a phoenix, as her people set out to build a wonderous fort, which they proposed to call the Chichen Itzca. Moscow's light rose again, and she resumed her position as the penultimate city of the world. Sri Nikolaevsky and Rostov, the twin bastions of the Russian Hindu faith, experienced explosive growth throughout Feodor's reign as well.

The Tsar desired a seaside retreat, however, far from the bustle of the great cities. It was for this reason that he founded the city that is named after him. Feodorgrad quickly embraced the harmonious ways of the Buddhists of Spain, which, given her close proximity to that great nation, was not at all surprising. It certainly suited Feodor's purposes, for quiet and reflective meditation was just what he was looking for in a retreat.

Feodor also engaged in numerous reforms, establishing a permanent bureaucracy to better organize the affairs of the state. The position of Chief Advisor was transformed into that of Prime Minister, and various ministries were established under his watch. He also rolled back the zealous preaching of Hinduism that had been a hallmark of the Great War, and restored its place as the first among equals in the Russian Empire. To further ensure that peace and harmony would be maintained in the Empire, he instructed the priests of Moscow to send out missionaries to the unconverted cities, particularly the independant-minded Novgorod and the Christian cities of Yaroslavl' and Yekaterinburg.

For Christianity had begun to spread like wildfire. Free from the oppression of the previous Tsars, missionaries streamed from Yaroslavl' in a wave of Crusades, seeking to spread the Gospel wherever they went. The conversion of several members of the Imperial Court was a triumph for the Christians, as the distinction between them and the Jewish faith finally became apparent. Rostov, the target of the third Crusade, and where Hinduism had previously held sole sway, was also sucessfully converted. This was no doubt partly due to the astonishing conversion of India, birthplace of Hinduism, to the Confucionist faith. Even in Sri Nikolaevsky, where Hinduistic sentiments ran the strongest, there was a burst of confusion and much soul-searching.

Perhaps, then, it was inevitable that a new religion would spring up there. In the year 1010 AD, a man claimed to had received revelations from God, whom he termed Allah. Mohammed was a charismatic speaker, with the passion to match, and it was not long before many of the citizens of Sri Nikolaevsky were swayed to join with him. With a group of pilgrims, he then set off on the long trek towards Moscow, where he hoped to in turn convince the royal court of the truth behind Islam.

Sri Nikolaevsky was indeed in a golden era under Feodor I, for it was during this time, too, that the city produced a prodigious engineer of extrodinary talents. Stepan Prokofyevich Timoshenko was trained in the famed Imperial Academy of Moscow, where he witnessed the fabled beauty of the Heavenly Sita Gardens. He was greatly influenced, too, by the great projects that lined the Bund of Sri Nikolaevsky. Armed with a burning desire to achieve such greatness, he eventually heard of the great project that the Novgorites were dedicating themselves to. So to Novgorod he headed, where he was welcomed with open arms. As head of the construction project, he devised plans and methologies that far surpassed what the Novgorites had been able to achieve by themselves. The Chichen Itzca was completed amid great fanfare within a decade. Subsequently, the fortifications that Timoshenko had devised were incoporated into every major city of the Russian Empire, greatly boosting the defence of the Empire.

Besides Timoshenko, the Imperial Academy was also at the heart of an intellectual explosion. The Imperial Academics discovered a cheap substitute for the papryus sheets that they had up to now been using. With the advent of this 'paper', sharing information on the world suddendly became much easier. Indian and Chinese maps expanded Russia's knowledge of Terra as never before. Visiting Chinese and Indian academics were also engaged in a free flow of information; Timoshenko may never had completed his project as fast as he did were it not for the engineering secrets that were taught by the visitors to the Academy.

By the end of Feodar I's reign, therefore, Russia was the preminant empire of the known world. His successor would indeed have a hard act to follow.

[KunojiLym]

Excerpts from the Quran

112. al-Ikhlas: The Unity

Say: He is Allah, the One!
Allah, the eternally Besought of all!
He begetteth not nor was begotten.
And there is none comparable unto Him.

48. al-Fath: The Victory (26-29)

When those who disbelieve had set up in their hearts zealotry, the zealotry of the Age of Ignorance, then Allah sent down His peace of reassurance upon His messenger and upon the believers and imposed on them the word of self-restraint, for they were worthy of it and meet for it. And Allah is Aware of all things.

Allah hath fulfilled the vision for His messenger in very truth. Ye shall indeed enter the Inviolable Place of Worship, if Allah will, secure, (having your hair) shaven and cut, not fearing. But He knoweth that which ye know not, and hath given you a near victory beforehand.

He it is Who hath sent His messenger with the guidance and the religion of truth, that He may cause it to prevail over all religion. And Allah sufficeth as a Witness.

Muhammad is the messenger of Allah. And those with him are hard against the disbelievers and merciful among themselves. Thou (O Muhammad) seest them bowing and falling prostrate (in worship), seeking bounty from Allah and (His) acceptance. The mark of them is on their foreheads from the traces of prostration. Such is their likeness in the Torah and their likeness in the Gospel - like as sown corn that sendeth forth its shoot and strengtheneth it and riseth firm upon its stalk, delighting the sowers - that He may enrage the disbelievers with (the sight of) them. Allah hath promised, unto such of them as believe and do good works, forgiveness and immense reward.

59. al-Hashr: The Exile (22-24)

He is Allah, than Whom there is no other God, the Knower of the Invisible and the Visible. He is the Beneficent, Merciful.

He is Allah, than Whom there is no other God, the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One, Peace, the Keeper of Faith, the Guardian, the Majestic, the Compeller, the Superb. Glorified be Allah from all that they ascribe as partner (unto Him).

He is Allah, the Creator, the Shaper out of naught, the Fashioner. His are the most beautiful names. All that is in the heavens and the earth glorifieth Him, and He is the Mighty, the Wise.

[LzPrst]

The Unification of Germany
Final part of the Aftermath

Adolphe knew that Germany could not survive under the current conditions. Changes would have to be enacted, sacrifices made, decisions fulfilled. But the situation seemed bleak. Adolphe knows that Germans do not surrender, regardless of the odds. If they fight for what they believe they will fight to the death. If only there was a way to win them over...

In Hamburg the priesthood had inspired the workers to rebel. The workers of Hamburg had on several occasions been worked to death to finish their projects ahead of schedule. The priesthood decreed on behalf of the slaves that such power over other men was a crime in the eyes of God and all slaves had rights to life, liberty and a donkey.

At first Adolphe was furious that the rebels dare challenge the traditions, but even within the Master of all Germans the system of slavery seemed against the true spirit of German heritage. Quickly adapting to this revolutionary development Adolphe declared that all slaves should have rights to own land, to marry freely and most importantly in the following struggle, the right to be trained in use of arms.

Shortly after the people of Münich stirred against the Warlord demanding equal rights as the peasants of Hamburg and Berlin had been granted. While the unflexible warlords struggled to maintain control Adolphe recruited a vast army of former slaves and trained them with the best weapons available. The superior population of Berlin allowed for the amassment of a magnificent force.

Adolphe then went against the weaker of the mainland rebels. The small city of Hamburg had few defences and were doomed from the moment the dustclouds of thundering feet could be seen from the Synagogue tower. Yet Adolphe knew that the people of Hamburg were true Germans, and more than that, they were fiercely religious, bordering on fanatical. They would not surrender until the last battleworthy soul was dead. Adolphe personally led his forces into a position of siege upon Hamburg. Having set up catapults within bombardment range he then sent the religious leadership a message. Shortly after the siege was lifted and Adolphe's army returned to Berlin.

As Adolphe had marched away from his city the warlords of Münich attempted to strike the city when it was weak. The mighty soldiers found themselves stumped by Berlins power. Catapults from within the city threw rocks at the defenders and when they closed the thousands of newly freed slaves let fly their arrows from their Longbows. The warlords fled back to Münich and prepared for their inevitable fall.

Again Adolphe amassed his army, this time far greater than what he had led to Hamburg. The Berliners outnumbered the Münich defenders 4 to 1. Yet once more Adolphe surrounded the city with catapults but sent merely a messenger under a white flag into the city. Days later the Army of Germany lifted the siege and returned to Berlin.

Germany had changed. Emerging from their civil strife, their rebellions and revolutions a new Germany would arise. In retrospect it has been said that the Warchief became the radical visionary of the revolution while his opponents wanted to retain the outdated traditions. The truth is that the sacrifices Adolphe gave were not sacrifices at all, they were salvation for Germany.


The Vassalization of the Empire

At the end of that year a congress was called in Berlin. The Warlords of Münich attended, as did the Priests of Hamburg, and even the rebellious Princeling Ulrich rode through the great new marble gates of Berlin. Gathered in the Palace the Warchief's new head advisor Gerhard the Mighty welcomed the guests. They entered into the Hall of Peace of the Palace's West Wing, diametrally opposite of the War Room in the Eastern Wing where a decade before Adolphe has fought and fled for his life. In the Hall the walls had been covered with enormous banners adorned with each of the representatives' crests.

Standing by a great table Adolphe welcomed his visitors who sceptically seated themselves.

-Friends, Germans, Countrymen, I have gathered you here today to establish a new order for our people. I have long ruled and I have come to see that for one man to rule such vastness as is our empire he would be a God. I am no God. Neither are any of those who sit around this table. Nor is any man. Other nations leaders claim to have divine right to rule. I will make no such claim. No God has spoken to me or the priests or prophets in the wilderness and shown superiority of one man. It is therefore I will relinquish control of our Empire.

*Agitated murmuring breaks out around the table*

-I have spoken to each of you separately, we now speak together. I have offered the Rabbi's of Hamburg the responsibility of governing the city in and all its affairs. I have offered the Warlords of the Münchausen family to rule Münich as they see fit as long as they have heirs. I have given my brother complete claim to Seeland Island to be his own land and those rights shall be passed through to his descendants. And our possessions on Koinsel Island in the west I have given over to my trusted advisor Gerhard.

*More whispers and murmurs*

-However I give these privilegies to you dependent on certain conditions. Each of you are to keep and maintain soldiers that will fight for the Warchief of Berlin when any of the German fiefs are threatened. You are given all the land surrounding your cities to farm and to to tax its people to support these forces, but despite your freedom you will swear loyalty to me and all those who succeed me.

-If you chose to not accept my offer and press further your desires for independence, I will send my armies to replace you with those who will accept my offer.

"Mylord" whispers one of the Münchausens scribes, "-to fight all of us at the same time is impossible, it would take an army of thousands..."

-Tens of Thousands! Adolphe bursts out in a booming voice.

'There is no such army, "my lord".' Replies one of the younger Münchausens, 'What you sent against us before was no more than 8000 total. At the most! We have since strengthened our defences greatly!'

Adolphe turns and strides from the table walking to the balcony. -Come and behold!

The puzzled Warlords and the others follow the Warchief out to the balcony where they face a swarm of men upon the great palace square. They cheer when they see their Lord Adolphe, clad in long colored robes.
"HAIL! HAIL! HAIL!" Thunders the voices of the great Horde.



-100 000 men are here today. Each one of them trained with bow or mace or sword. These men were slaves once. Now free as serfs they can work the land they are given and fight for it when required
Adolphe speaks softly as he turns to his visitors. The Münchausen scribe, an Indian, sheds a tear at the aweinspiring terrifying sight.

-I wish for these men to return to their fields and their families when their service for me is over. But they will fight if I order them to. And I will order them if I am opposed. My offer to you is more than you had expected. For the sake of our people, accept.

The following week all leaders of the German fief's sign an Imperial Contract giving allegiance to the Warchief on the terms given.

Germany is at last at peace again.

[Frank Johnson]

Legacy of War

With the tragic and pointless death of Lord Dangime during the Russian Civil War, many soldiers once loyal to the Merc King had confused loyalities. The Russian Army had been tiny compared to the force amassed by Dangime during the Great War. Although ethnicly Russian, and techincally loyal to the Russian Czars, the majority of the soldiers on the battle field looked to one place for leadership, Lord Dangime, not any appointed General or distant aristocrat.

Rather than pick a faction during the Russian Civil war, many of these disatisifed soldiers simply left their garrisons in Novgorod and crossed into Incan territory. With the withdrawl of English forces from the Incan lands, and the collapse of the Incan government post-war, the skilled soldiers wasted little time in establishing feudal kingdoms, exchanging their services for protection from what was still a looming Russian threat.

Over time the entire leadership caste of Incan society became members of a new mixed race of warlord nobles, made up of Spainish, Russian, and Incan blood. What emerged was a golden age in the history of the Incan people. Confuican Law was established and brought order to the land.

The ineffective public works and centralized army were done away with in favor of a growth friendly, results driven government ruled over by decendants of same mercinaries that fought along side Lord Dangime against the Inca. Libraries, Granaries, and great temples were constructed in the cities, and primative military outfits were equiped with more leathal equipment putting Incans on an even playing field with other nations for the first time in history. Great seafarers and adventurers even completed a round the world trip, but despite this the common man still believes the world is flat.

[KunojiLym]

The rise of Peter the Great

Feodor had two consorts during his reign. Maria Miloslavskaya, his first wife, had borne him five sons and eight daughters. After her death from old age, Feodor consorted with Nataliya Kyrillovna Naryshkina, who bore him a son and two daughters. That son was named Peter.

Of the five sons of Maria, only Ivan was alive by the time Peter was born. When the boy was just ten years of age, the aged Feodor passed away. By all rights, Ivan should had been the next in line to the throne; however, he was an invalid and of infirm mind. Thus, the Council of Elders determined that Peter should become the new Tsar, with his mother acting as Regent. This was unacceptable to the daughters of Maria, for Nataliya was a confirmed Christian, and with Sophia Alekseyevna at their head, they protested that the only Hindu empire left on Terra must be ruled by a Hindu monarch. For a brief moment, it looked as though Russia would again plunge into the depths of civil war. Fortuantedly, the Council came up with a compromise. Thus it was that Ivan IV and Peter II became co-tsars, with Sophia acting as regent. For the next seven years, she ruled in their name with an iron hand. A large hole was cut in the back of the dual-seated throne used by Ivan and Peter. Sophia would sit behind the throne and listen as Peter conversed with nobles, also feeding him information and giving him responses to questions and problems.

Peter, on his part, was not particularly concerned that others ruled in his name. Instead, he focused his young mind on intellectual pursuits, frequenting the Imperial Academy and learning much from Chinese, Indian and Russian academics. He was also a common sight at the barracks of the Impeskie Osi, where he often sparred with young officers. Meanwhile, as he grew older, he slowly began to chafe at the overbearing manner in which Sofia lorded over him. Even as a child, he was beginning to display signs of that legendary pride.

In 1017 AD, Peter received news of Sophia's adultery with a young nobleman in the Imperial Court. In the first of a series of bold moves which was to be his signature for the rest of his rule, he confronted Sophia directly with the evidence, and forced her to step aside as regent, giving way to his mother Nataliya. When she too passed away shortly after, Peter found himself truely independent for the first time. Though Ivan was still co-tsar, he was as ineffective as he had always been, so in effect, the true beginning of Peter's rule can be dated from the year 1020 AD.

[LzPrst]

Following the feudalization of the farflung German Empire Adolphe looked upon himself in the great mirror. His face was now old, his eyes tired. For what felt like centuries he had ruled Germany. Now his actual Empire consistent of the sprawling industrial metropolis of Berlin.

He invited his three sons to return from their military duties in order to discuss a matter of importance.

Adolphe welcomed his sons into his palace and they walked to the Hall of Peace. Here they were seated around the great table where a decade earlier Adolphe had united Germany by dividing it.

-My sons, you are all wise and strong and honorable men, you know why I have gathered you here. I am old now. My heart and my mind are not as strong and sharp as they were in my youth. I have decided to settle my succession once and for all and then retire. The constant demands upon my person become too wearisome, I wish to spend the end years of my life in the palace gardens not in these darkened marble halls.

You are all proud men. And as such it is obvious that you would claim your birthright as our people have a tradition of dividing the inheritance of the father equally among all the sons. To divide Berlin is impossible. From the Palace to the villages outside the wall Berlin is one.
The vassals of the Warchief cannot be robbed of their lands or we would face constant rebellion for decades to come. Furhtermore I have come to see that the ruling of this evergrowing life that is the city is too much for a single man. Therefore I have decided to divide not the city of Berlin, but its administration.

-Wilhelm, as the strongest of Warriors you are to command the Armies of Berlin.

-Jakob, as you have sought wisdom by Worship in the synagogue I will give you the responsibility to oversee the aspects of wisdom and knowledge.

-And finally, Hermann as overseer of the building of the Parthenon, you who will take on the burden to manage the masses, the people, the workers.

Thus shall Berlin be divided, and perhaps in time all of Germany, into Warrior, Worshipper and Worker. The Warrior will protect the Worker and Worshipper. The Worshipper will guide and counsel the Warrior and Worker. The Worker will provide for the Worshipper and Warrior.

Do as I say, and do not attempt to weaken my order for it is an order I have spent years to balance for the best of Berlin and for the best of all of Germany. My days as Warlord is over. Let a new dawn arise for the German Empire. Let the title of Warchief fall. You will rule together under the titles of Lord Protector, Upholder of Wisdom, and Foundation of Order.

And so it was that Germany was divided into the 4 fiefdoms of Koinsel, Seeland, Münich and Hamburg, and the Centre of German Civilization, Berlin divided among in concord with the division of the people.

Worker, Warrior, Worshipper.