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**I like the Winter Terrain Pack in PTW, It adds a nice feel to the game.**
The icy wind lashed the trees unmercifully. The pitiful hut stood, a bold tribute to man's defiance of nature, even in this he stood above the elements, protected from the earth by a thing of his own construction. He forced his horse to a halt, some leader's birthplaces were better honored. The hut stood alone at least, the former home of Prime Minister Ragnar was not a proud establishment, his meager origins were part of his appeal. Catherine's cradle, it was said, lay in a museum, it was golden. Brennus's parent's shanty had been replaced by a great palace, equal to the palace their son commanded from. Every other leader had also moved away from their childhood home, Ragnar had inherited it from his parents and continued to live there. His provincial nature was no mere political ploy. Ulrich knocked politely, yet firmly, on the door. A bearded, grinning face greeted him.
"Welcome in old freind," Ragnar said, beaming.
"My freind," Ulrich said embracing him,"It has been too long."
They sat at Ragnar's meager table, where he served a stew, obviously made for only one.
"The king should not feast while the peasant's starve," Ragnar said to him. Ulrich smiled, it was this type of attitude that had won Ragnar the heart of the people.
"It is exactly that which brought me here this evening."
"What would my greatest general want to know about the famine?" Ragnar seemed perplexed.
"I have a solution."
"What?" Ragnar seemed shocked that a cure to Scandinavia's greatest scourge could come from this particular branch of government.
"We have recently experienced a bout of extremely supportive movements by the populace towards the state, yes?"
"True, but i can hardly see what nationalism has to do with starvation."
"I propose that we enlist the starving masses to their nation's defense, we put guns in the hands of the starving. We would take them under our wing, feed them as we save food for their currently starving families."
Ragnar took his beard in hand and played with it as he spoke.
"The Domestic department won't approve."
"What of them? We are saving the people. Oslo could secede if we can no longer provide for her good."
They had just won Oslo back, it had been one of Ragnar's promises during the election and he had fulfilled it. Russia had also won back Yatusk. Stockholm remained in their control, as it had since the early days of the conflict.
"But peace has been established. We have no need of such troops."
Ulrich laughed heartily.
"You jest! You have been running tthis nation for decades and you still do not grasp the world entirely. You know our allies the British? Archeologists propose that London once belonged to them, it was even their capitail."
Ragnar shook his head in disbelief, Ulrich's eye was caught by the shadows he threw to the wall distant from his hearth.
"I cannot see any point in such ponderings, it is ours now, it has been for as long as anyone can remember."
"The point is that the world has a way of changing it's mind. I present the spanish, we warred with them twice before they joined us against Russia in the first war. Our peace and their agreement to help were only three years seperated. The Celts have changed sides several times in the conflicts, they have simultaniously fought the Chinese with Russia and the Russians with us. Germany has fought on both sides as well. I daresay that if war comes we had best be prepared. If we are i daresay we could liberate Stockholm."
"I suppose it is so. Command the conscription of one man from each viable, starving city."
"Yes my leige." With that Ulrich stepped from the hut, remounted his horse and returned to a more modern world.
The icy wind lashed the trees unmercifully. The pitiful hut stood, a bold tribute to man's defiance of nature, even in this he stood above the elements, protected from the earth by a thing of his own construction. He forced his horse to a halt, some leader's birthplaces were better honored. The hut stood alone at least, the former home of Prime Minister Ragnar was not a proud establishment, his meager origins were part of his appeal. Catherine's cradle, it was said, lay in a museum, it was golden. Brennus's parent's shanty had been replaced by a great palace, equal to the palace their son commanded from. Every other leader had also moved away from their childhood home, Ragnar had inherited it from his parents and continued to live there. His provincial nature was no mere political ploy. Ulrich knocked politely, yet firmly, on the door. A bearded, grinning face greeted him.
"Welcome in old freind," Ragnar said, beaming.
"My freind," Ulrich said embracing him,"It has been too long."
They sat at Ragnar's meager table, where he served a stew, obviously made for only one.
"The king should not feast while the peasant's starve," Ragnar said to him. Ulrich smiled, it was this type of attitude that had won Ragnar the heart of the people.
"It is exactly that which brought me here this evening."
"What would my greatest general want to know about the famine?" Ragnar seemed perplexed.
"I have a solution."
"What?" Ragnar seemed shocked that a cure to Scandinavia's greatest scourge could come from this particular branch of government.
"We have recently experienced a bout of extremely supportive movements by the populace towards the state, yes?"
"True, but i can hardly see what nationalism has to do with starvation."
"I propose that we enlist the starving masses to their nation's defense, we put guns in the hands of the starving. We would take them under our wing, feed them as we save food for their currently starving families."
Ragnar took his beard in hand and played with it as he spoke.
"The Domestic department won't approve."
"What of them? We are saving the people. Oslo could secede if we can no longer provide for her good."
They had just won Oslo back, it had been one of Ragnar's promises during the election and he had fulfilled it. Russia had also won back Yatusk. Stockholm remained in their control, as it had since the early days of the conflict.
"But peace has been established. We have no need of such troops."
Ulrich laughed heartily.
"You jest! You have been running tthis nation for decades and you still do not grasp the world entirely. You know our allies the British? Archeologists propose that London once belonged to them, it was even their capitail."
Ragnar shook his head in disbelief, Ulrich's eye was caught by the shadows he threw to the wall distant from his hearth.
"I cannot see any point in such ponderings, it is ours now, it has been for as long as anyone can remember."
"The point is that the world has a way of changing it's mind. I present the spanish, we warred with them twice before they joined us against Russia in the first war. Our peace and their agreement to help were only three years seperated. The Celts have changed sides several times in the conflicts, they have simultaniously fought the Chinese with Russia and the Russians with us. Germany has fought on both sides as well. I daresay that if war comes we had best be prepared. If we are i daresay we could liberate Stockholm."
"I suppose it is so. Command the conscription of one man from each viable, starving city."
"Yes my leige." With that Ulrich stepped from the hut, remounted his horse and returned to a more modern world.
Two stories at once, my word you are going to be busy !
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