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>What's the deal with War of the Roses: 1932?
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>Europe Political Map 1932
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>Family Tree
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I normally allow between ten and twenty minutes for voting depending on the importance of the issue and how divided the vote is. If the vote is tied up, I usually allow an extra five minutes for a tie breaker, and if no one votes, I may roll for the tie breaker.

I always try to incorporate (and encourage!) write ins if they don't violate the spirit of voted decisions, though I may edit or tweak them to fit better. Remember, write-ins help bring personal flair to a character and to decisions that I can't necessarily always incorporate in pre-written answers!

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The Hyland Estate is just as impressive as any other in England. In fact, you're left a bit envious of some of the craftsmanship you see here. Though, if your estate at Bridgwater were this expansive, your upkeep costs would certainly be higher than they were.

Your servant, a dour man named Morris, closes the door of the idling sedan behind you. He says nothing but lights a cigarette and gives you a wordless look that tells you he'll be waiting at the car until you return. Turning away, you hold your coat against the chill November evening and ascend the stone steps into the warmth and light of Hyland Estate.

As you enter, you notice the air is full of the rich smells of tobacco smoke, the sounds of laughter, and the stinging hint of alcohol, all the signs of a good party.

From the moment you hand your coat to the doorman, you feel yourself awestruck, and not just by the size and splendor of the manor here, but of the quality of the guests present.

Of course, there were the usual "support staff" of waiters, butlers, and a healthy handful of ceremonial guards deployed around the entrance, but there was also a wide assortment of the country's best people. And of course there was the host of the party himself, Philip Hyland, Marquess of Essex, a sort of doting old man who seemed to always have a piece of taffy in his pocket for youngsters who engaged him. His family had close ties with the Seymours and was almost like family to you growing up. You recalled many fond afternoons running and playing with your brothers on the lawns around Bridgwater under Hyland's smiling supervision.

Your father had once said of Marquess Hyland: If he wasn't such a tottering fool, the King might have seen fit to make him a full Duke. Instead, he'll have to make do with just having a sparkling personality.

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You scoop a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sip appreciatively at it as you continue to survey what you can of the party. Here in the Entrance Hall, you are only catching the tip of the iceberg as far as guests are concerned. The Marquess must've felt some sort of obligation to remain here greeting the guests as they came in, your arrival no exception.

The moment you lock eyes with him, you see his expression light up, that familiar grin going from ear to ear, "Ah! Duke Seymour!"

His smile was infectious and you returned it, marveling at the way a small old man like Hyland could put on a sudden burst of speed to weave through the crowd to reach you, narrowly avoiding both a drink tray, and a pair of young ladies who were forced to part to admit the Marquess.

"Excuse me ladies, my sincerest apologies!" he says over his shoulder just before reaching you, teeth showing beneath a thick white mustache in a genuine smile. "My god, Will. You have grown quite a bit since last we met."

It was true, you were staring down at the Marquess, marveling that you recalled him having much more hair when you'd last seen him. You'd been a teenager then, back before the War, before you lost your father.

"You're exactly like I remember," you say, a polite lie.

"It's been so long, i find that hard to believe," Hyland says with a sly grin, "I know the war kept you away most of the time, but I've heard you've only just returned to England."

"I arrived only the other day," you say, "Really it was your invitation that drew me."

"And the news of King Edward certainly," Hyland adds, "Where is it you've been these past few years exactly?"


>Ireland, guarding our border
>Calais, overseeing trade with Burgundy
>America, touring the nation

>>2109453
>>America, touring the nation

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>>2109453
>America, touring the nation

>>2109453
> Ireland, guarding our border

>America, touring the nation

>Writing

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You smile at a fond memory. "America. I saw enough misery in France and wanted to see some life."

Hyland's eyes widen, mirroring his smile, "Oh, touring America then?"

You nod, "From New York, to Chicago, to Dallas and Atlanta. I saw skyscrapers, highways, ballrooms." You inhale deeply, "We crossed the Mississippi. Twice."

"Oh, indeed? And how was it?"

"The Mississippi? Bigger than you can imagine almost. Makes the Thames look like a bloody creek."

Hyland shakes his head, "No, America, my boy! How was it?"

"Splendid. I rather enjoyed myself. I have to say that the novelty of being an aristocrat in a land without them was well worth the trip."

And it was true, you'd been something of a minor celebrity wherever you went. You doubted any of the patrons of the Meridian Lounge in New York could have pointed to Somerset on a map, but the Duke of Somerset would dance among them all the same. You'd toasted with bankers and oil tycoons, had dinner aboard a paddle steamer and ridden the plains in Missouri. You had the Stetson hat and spurs hanging in your study to prove it.

"It seems England may be about to lose you again, my lad," Hyland speaks with mock sadness.

"Not a chance. This is home."

"If I recall, you've already lost a sister to America, perhaps you're next?" Hyland teases.

It was true, your youngest sister Kate had left for America and not returned. She was enrolled in a prestigious university, and was married now.

"She's always been something of a maverick," you reply. "Besides, if I were to leave I'd likely have to abdicate my position, and would you really prefer John or Stanley in my place?" you refer to your younger brothers.

"I believe I prefer things exactly as they are," Hyland laughs.

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You certainly wouldn't complain about a return trip across the Atlantic at some point in the future. You'd heard if you could stomach the heat that Florida's beaches were worth seeing. Besides which, you'd made many powerful friends oversees, wealthy industrialists and entrepreneurs.

"I can't say I disagree," you say.

"How terribly exciting," Hyland says, brushing away some invisible speck on his suit, "I must say, my boy, I envy your youth. With the threat of the French, I didn't have much opportunity to travel in my younger days."

"A rich inner life counts for something," you say.

Hyland smiles all the brighter, "It does at that."

"How's Penelope?" You pull Hyland's wife's name from memory with little effort, a trick you'd learned long ago.

"Oh fine, just fine." Hyland's tone suggests this was anything but the truth, but it was clear it wasn't a matter he wanted to delve into. He glances around you, as if expecting someone else. "Did you not bring your wife? I could have sworn I saw her . . . "


>Vivienne De Verley
A deposed Norman noblewoman and ally of the English. Her first husband was killed in the war shortly before you met her. After the French victory, she returned with you to England.

>Margaret Shelton
An American Oil Heiress and part-time actress. You met her through your sister Kate who spends much of her time in America.

>Virginia Rutherford
The sister of Duke of York Harold Seymour's wife, an important figure in the Yorkist cause. The Duke is your brother-in-law.

>I'm not actually married, sir. You must be thinking of someone else.

>>2109544
>>Vivienne De Verley

>>2109544
>I'm not actually married, sir. You must be thinking of someone else.
Open waifu

>>2109544
>Margaret Shelton
An American Oil Heiress and part-time actress. You met her through your sister Kate who spends much of her time in America.

Going full 'murican for the money, though francofu is my close second choice.

>>2109544
>>I'm not actually married, sir. You must be thinking of someone else.
As a military man, we've only just shaken off the dust of the past. But perhaps tonight will be the beginning of something grand.

>>2109544
>Vivienne De Verley
French waifu yes

>French Waifu
>>2109548
>>2109586

>American Waifu
>>2109577

>Unmarried
>>2109581
>>2109561

Lookin Reeeeaal close.

5 min for tie breaking

>>2109544
>Vivienne De Verley
I dont like roasties because im a cunt. But we gotta protect her smile mates.

>Vivienne De Verley

>Writing

How did the world get into the current state anyways
Was the french republic BTFO?
If so, did napoleon set up his own empire in italy or egypt?

>>2109601
Check out the What's the deal pastebin Here: >>2109442


it's an alternate history that may retcon some historical events, such as a French Republic

>>2109606
I knwo its an alt history,but what changed in the world to cause this

>>2109608
>Point of Divergence

You won't find any specific point of divergence in this game. Specifically it's designed to mirror the 15th-16th century. If you really have to have it tied to real reality, then in all likelihood the point of divergence came when perhaps England won the Hundred Years War and maintained a grip on some continental territory, but even that is kind of ludicrous. This is a way to have Yorkists and Lancastrians kill one another with tanks and machine guns

>>2109612
>itsmagicidontgottaexplainshit.gif

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"Vivienne?" you ask, throwing a gratuitous pronunciation on. "Oh no, sir. She's stayed behind in Bridgwater, keeping an eye on things as it were."

Hyland smiles, "Ah yes, the Norman woman. I recall. You stirred up quite a fuss when you two were married. I know there was a number of eligible English girls who had their dreams dashed that day."

You laugh, but you also know Hyland is only half-kidding. Your marriage to Vivienne was somewhat controversial at the time, though not because of her non-English background so much, after all, Normandy was English territory until just over a decade ago. No, the controversy was over her politically usefulness. There were those who'd written off Normandy and the Continent in general. What good was close ties with a defunct title?

Still, you had made your decision. Besides which, Vivienne was a fighter, like you. She hadn't sat idly by during the war and after her first husband's death at Agincourt she was heavily involved in managing his old regiment, though societal norms kept her from riding into battle with the rest of you.

Hyland looks down and to your left, "Oh! Why, if it isn't the young Harry Seymour."

You turn and follow his gaze to see a young boy in his early teens, the spitting image of his father, the senior Harold, the Duke of York. While he's dressed as meticulously as the other guests here, you can plainly see he's unhappy. Not surprising for someone his age stuck at an adult party like this.

"Are you looking for more taffy lad?" Hyland asks.

"No thanks," Harry says, "I was curious if you knew when my father would be finished with his meeting."

Hyland's eyes flicker up to the open doorway of the nearby study. Inside, you can see the room is devoid of party guests save three. Chiefly among them his Harold's father, the Duke, his expression grave and a tumbler of brandy untouched in his hand, while two others speak with him, the Duke of Gloucester and the Earl of Kent. A serious meeting if you ever saw one, and certainly related to the drama centered around Charles' assumption of the crown. It was a meeting you suspected you would be drawn into before the night's end.

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"I'm afraid I don't," Hyland says, "But, perhaps you'd be interested in meeting a cousin of yours" He steps askance, gesturing grandly to you, "Will Seymour, the Duke of Somerset."

"How do you do?" Harry, asks, his tone guarded. He's clearly measuring you up to see where you fall in a grand hierarchy of adults.

"Will here should be of particular interest to you, given his past," Hyland says

"Is that so? Why is that?" Harry's eyes sparkle with childish interest.

"He was an officer during the War with France."

The boy's eyes widen and a mild case of hero worship sets in. "My father fought in France," he says.

You can't help but chuckle, "A lot of fathers fought in France. That war lasted most your life and the war before it was just as long."

Harold nods hastily, this is old news, "Where did you fight?"

"All over the country," you say, "Normandy, Gascony, Brittany. You name it."

"Were you in any big battles?"

Of course, you were in quite a few, you decide you'd do best to give him the one you consider the highlight of your career.

>Led a small part of a larger battle
>Commanded an independent force during a minor skirmish
>Conducted a siege of a fortified city

>>2109615
Precisely

>>2109621
>>Conducted a siege of a fortified city

>>2109621
>>Conducted a siege of a fortified city

>>2109621
>Conducted a siege of a fortified city

>>2109621
>Write In
Successfully led a local counter offensive and gave time for the evacuation several battalions. It was in the papers.

I want to atleast lead a elite terrorist squad against the lanncaster yoke and become
At most take back our rightful norman clay and become king

>>2109442
I think you need to upload a higher res family tree. It's currently unreadable.

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>>2109655
Let's see if this is better.

>>2109656
It is. Thanks!

>>2109621
>Led a small part of a larger battle

THE battle. We pushed through a weak point in the enemy flank and started the chaos that enabled a larger assault to succeed.

>Conducted a siege of a fortified city

>Writing

Forgot to throw that part in. Already underway.

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Your 'highlight' would probably be Harfleur. It had been late in the war, just before things started to turn sour. The army was still basking in the glorious victory at Agincourt which, by conventional logic, spelled certain doom for the battered French.

You remember the steady drizzle of rain, sloshing through mud that seemed knee-deep. A thick black sludge that clung to everything. The constant pounding of guns and field pieces mixed with the intermittent rattle of machine gun fire. Watching your force whittled down by sniper fire and some sort of virulent fever that swept through your trenches.

"Have you heard of Harfleur, son?" you ask.

Harry shakes his head.

Not surprising, though to be told by a child he's never heard of the town so many of your men died for was somewhat off-putting. "It's a small town on the coast of France, within Normandy. It holds a canal near the Seine, do you know what the Seine is?"

"A river," Harry replies.

You nod, "Harfleur was a vital choke point to break out of the city of Le Harve. I led the operation that took the town."

"You captured it?" Harry's voice is filled with awe.

You leave out the part where it took nearly a month and a few sapper attacks to take. "I did, at that. It made way for us to launch a local offensive and clear back the French. It was just a small part of a much larger operation, but we turned the French flank there outside Le Harve and managed to roll them up a fair bit, as far back as Rouen and started our drive on Paris from there." You look at Hyland with a knowing smile, "I'm fairly confident it was in the papers. Don't you read the papers, lad?"

"I was just a wee baby then!" Harry protests.

You smile, "An acceptable excuse, I think."

"Did you have to kill anyone?"

You had hardly fired your weapon in anger the entire war, it generally wasn't the station of a Duke to go around popping off a rifle at the enemy. But you had killed at Harfleur. An assault into a French trench line backed by field guns, before they'd become truly proficient at digging such earth works. You'd run him through with a bayonet and watched him die in the mud.

"A few people," you reply with a tight-lipped smile.

"Now, I do believe that's enough questions for the duke. Why don't you find your mother and ensure you're staying close to her," Hyland says.

"Sure, but I want to hear more war stories," the young Harold protests.

"Oh, I'm sure we can scrounge up another veteran somewhere another time," Hyland says " Now be a good boy and run along."

Harry looks disappointed but doesn't resist any further. "Goodbye, Duke Somerset."

"Goodbye, Harry. Be a good lad for your mother."

"I will."

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"Now, Will, come along, we've got a whole party to see!" Hyland says once Harry has gone, turning to lead you out of the entry hall and into the back part of the house, the "grand terrace" a two-section room. One section dominated by a series of tall windows overlooking a carefully sculpted garden, the other dominated by an ornate fireplace, now roaring away.

The soft strains of music float from the nearby banquet hall where a big band is deployed, but here the room is full of guests in intimate and group conversations. A small gaggle of barons and their companions share a laugh at An unheard joke as you enter.

Again you're struck by the workmanship of the home.

"I had no idea you had such a lovely home, Lord Essex."

"Oh, thank you lad! I had most of this work done years ago. It was always a beautiful estate, but before, when I was Chancellor of the Exchequor I'd reinvested my salary into this place."

"You were Chancellor of the Exchequer?" You had no idea Hyland was good with money.

"Oh, yes," a knowing smile floats across Hyland's face, eyes lighting up. "How else do you think dear Edward found the funds to finance his little war with France? Such things aren't cheap. Near the end of Edward's life however, I was replaced in favor of Duke Lancaster's brother in law." Hyland's voice has lost some of its characteristic enthusiasm.

"Charles May?" You ask.

Hyland nods.

"I see the prodigal son has returned to wow us all with his tales of travel to exotic locales. I hope you don't believe a word of it, Lord Essex."

You turn to see a man with cigarette, a fashionable pencil-thin mustache, and a smirk.

"Buckingham," you say in greeting, smiling at your old friend, reaching out to clasp his hand and give it a firm shake.

"Somerset, glad you stopped by, I had it on good authority you'd sworn off England completely."

The doors to the entry hall swing open again letting a fresh set of guests inside.

"I'll be on my way, Gentlemen. Enjoy the party!" Hyland says, heading off to greet the new arrivals.

"No chance of that," you reply to Buckingham even as be produces a silver cigarette case and you draw one out.

"American," he says, explaining the cigarettes. "Well in either case, bloody good having you back, Somerset." Duke Buckingham, whose given name was Clarence Deveaux, was a childhood companion and close friend of yours who served with you closely in the War. He was already pretending to lose interest in you, framing his neck to look back toward the rest of the party.
>Bloody good to be back. How have things been while I was gone?
>What's the matter with Duke Harold? Why the meeting?
>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?
>Write in

>>2109690
>>Bloody good to be back. How have things been while I was gone?
>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?

>>2109690
>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?

>>What's the matter with Duke Harold? Why the meeting?

>>2109690
>>Bloody good to be back. How have things been while I was gone?
>>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?

>>2109690
>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?
>What's the matter with Duke Harold? Why the meeting?

>>2109690
>Bloody good to be back. How have things been while I was gone?
>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?

>Bloody good to be back. How have things been while I was gone?
>Chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?


>Writing

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"Bloody good to be back, old boy," you say, delivering a good natured swat to Buckingham's arm. "How have things been in my absence, Bucky? I trust you've held your own?" You know how much Buckingham hates that particular nickname, but his expression doesn't waver."

"Truth be told, we hardly noticed you were gone. How was America?"

"Wonderful," you say, lighting your cigarette, savoring the rich taste of tobacco. "Finances won't allow me to stay on vacation forever, I'm afraid."

"Too true. Things have been tight since the war. Every day I've got another bloody petition to render aid to a failing farm or lower rent," Buckingham says. "Edward really left us in quite a bind, hasn't he?"

"I'd say that was more the fault of the French for not cooperating with our plans," you say with a humorless smirk. "So, are you chasing any skirt in particular, or are you looking for targets of opportunity?"

Now you were speaking Buckingham's language. He was a notorious womanizer, and had resisted marriage for as long as was social acceptable just for that reason. It was rumored he would marry a daughter of Northumberland at some point, but for now . . .

"There's a woman here- simply gorgeous," Buckingham says, "Cute face, dark eyes, legs for days and huge-" Buckingham holds his hands out in front of his chest before catching a nearby woman giving him a sour look. "-tracts of land."

You scoff, "Her name?"

"She's not a peer, if that's what you mean," Buckingham retorts, puffing on his cigarette. "I've tried to talk her up a bit, but I'm afraid I came on too strong. Perhaps you'd have better luck?" he grins.


>Perhaps you're right. Where is she?
>I'm afraid my wife would object to that
>Write in

>>2109737
>Perhaps you're right. Where is she?
Womanising is part of the social high life.

>>2109737
>I'm afraid my wife would object to that

>>2109737
>You owe me AND my wife old chap.

>>2109737
>Perhaps you're right. Where is she?

Our francofu isn't the type to mind, is she?

>>2109749
>>You owe me AND my wife old chap.
Not sure if this is a vote against or in favor of.

otherwise:

>Perhaps you're right. Where is she?

>writing

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Buckingham gestures broadly in the direction of the music. It doesn't take you much longer to find her. A slender, well-built brunette is occupying the dance floor, receiving, but not giving, many desirable looks.

You part with Buckingham and make your way toward her, weaving through the crowd until you and her lock eyes. You deliver a withering smile which she reciprocates.

"Hello." You like to start simple, especially if what Buckingham said about coming n too strong was true.

"Hello." She sort of measures you up. Her eyes lingering on your uniform before fixing on your cigarette. "Do you happen to have another? I'm afraid I left mine in my coat."

"You're in luck," you reach into your jacket and draw a fresh cigarette, offering it to her.

She places it in her mouth, lips wrapping around the base of the cigarette. She looks at you expectantly until you produce a lighter and click it on, holding the flame to the tip until a bright red cherry springs into existence. The woman draws in a deep breath before blowing a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling. "It's good," she says.

"American," you explain, "The name's Will by the way, Will Seymour."

"Duke Seymour if I'm not mistaken," she replies.

"Duke," you agree.

"Cheryl Fields," she says, "A pleasure."

"Well, Mrs. Fields, how is it you've come to be invited to the Marquess's lovely estate?"

"Miss Fields," she corrects, "I'm a family friend. The Marquess has a cousin, Sir Oliver. My father was one of Sir Oliver's men, they owe each other a great debt I'm told."

You're put in mind of your own man, Morris. You can understand that kind of family debt. "My apologies, Miss Fields. I'd assumed a woman of your charms would be married."

"No such luck I'm afraid. A lot of men are put off by a woman who smokes."

You shrug, "Why should it matter?" you look at the band which is striking up their next song. "Care to dance, Miss Fields?"

"It would be my pleasure, Duke Somerset."

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You lose track of the time as the songs pass and the two of you hold close, one of your hands on her shoulder, your thumb playing across smooth skin, your other hand on the curve of her hip. You don't speak much, but study one another intently. After a few songs, she comes close and lays a gentle kiss on your cheek, and a second below your ear, coming up to take your earlobe in her mouth, giving an affectionate nibble. "It's lonely, not knowing anyone here. I've only come down from Cambridge for the winter."

"Perhaps," you say carefully, "You'd like to stay in the hotel I'm using tonight."

She batts her eyes at you, "I wouldn't want to impose."

"I think we can make some sort of arrangement," you reply.

***

After another song, you reluctantly part ways, providing her with a card with your hotel address and room number. At least you had your plans for tonight filled now, though you hoped the wait wouldn't be too terrible."

"You insufferable bastard," Buckingham chuckles when you return to him. "I'd say you got lucky."

You meet Cheryl's eyes across the dance floor and she looks away, face flush with color. "Not yet," you reply.

Buckingham snorts, "So what do you think? Of the girl."


>I think I'll enjoy my evening
>I think I might have to invite her back to Bridgwater with me
>Write in

>>2109821
>>I think I'll enjoy my evening

>>2109821
>>Write in
I think you'll do better than I (Leave him your card and see what Harold is plotting)
Not a fan of infidelity especially since Anon's wanted a Waifu.

>>2109821
>>I think I'll enjoy my evening

Our waifu will just punish us in some way if she's even the type to get mad, it's not like we're gonna break up or anything.

>>2109821
>>I think I'll enjoy my evening and night.
We're not bringing her back so wifey isn't going to get pissed since it's pretty normal.

>I think I'll enjoy my evening

>Writing

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"I think I'll enjoy my evening," you say, pushing back the slightest twinge of guilt you felt for your wife. She knew the company you kept, such things shouldn't come as a surprise to her, surely.

Buckingham snorts again.

"So," you say, turning away from the dance floor, "What exactly is happening with Duke York? It seemed awfully tense."

"Harold's talking with everyone of a similar mind," Buckingham replies.

"A similar mind?" You say.

Buckingham nods, his face contemplative. "It's been a topic of discussion here for some time." He gives you a condescending look, "Not that I expect a busy gentleman such as yourself to have kept up with these sorts of things while galivanting around the globe.

"Oh, come off it. What's going on? Is it about the king?"

"King Charles or King Harold?" Buckingham asks blankly. "Because that's the face of it." Seeing your shocked expression, Buckingham relaxes his cool exterior a bit. "What do you know about Edward's circumstances before he passed?"

"I should think I know the same as you," you say. "Bats in the belfry. Toys in the attic."

Buckingham nods, "Quite. And you know whose care our dear late king fell under when he was suffering his spells?"

You shake your head.

"Would it surprise you that it was his sister and her family, the Mays, including your cousin Charles?"

"It wouldn't." Helen, the late kings sister, and Charles's mother was well-known to have a high degree of control over the king.

Buckingham continues, "Sweet Helen and her darling son Charles were running the show toward the end there, more or less. Not a situation we were all satisfied with. Tell me, old boy, do you know how old Edward was when he passed?"

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You try to recall specifics, "About fifty five I believe."

"I think that's a bit young to go in your sleep. Don't you?"

Shock hit you like a splash of cold water. "You think the Mays-"

Buckingham raises his eyebrows to silence your speculation. "The circumstances of our king's passing certainly seem suspicious when you look at who stands to benefit. And If you couple that with what Albert says . . ."

Albert being your uncle, Harold of York's Father, the Duke of Gloucester. Albert was a known gossip in the family as well as a long time detractors of the Lancaster-based branch of the family.

"And what does Albert say?"

Buckingham leans in, conspiratorially close. "He recalls a conversation with Edward shortly after the war, when he was a bit more lucid than he was near the end of his life. The king told him that on his passing, he would prefer to see the throne pass to the Seymours, Harold and his family rather than go to the Mays."

"Is there anything in writing?" You ask.

Buckingham snorts, "If there were, we wouldn't be in this pickle, now would we?"

"In either case, The word of the King is law," You muse. "If it could be proved . . ."

Buckingham shakes his head, "Not as if Albert was recording the conversation at the time. No, this is a question of men's souls and what they believe."


>I'd like to speak with him
>Isn't that treasonous?
>Do you think there's anything to what they say?
>Write in

>>2109876
>>Do you think there's anything to what they say?

>>2109876
>>I'd like to speak with him
>>Do you think there's anything to what they say?

>>2109876
>Do you think there's anything to what they say?

>I'd like to speak with him myself.

Try not to look too interested in this revelation.

>Do you think there's anything to what they say?

>I'd like to speak with him myself.


>Writing

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"Do you think there's anything to what they say?" you ask, voice cool, detached.

"It's not the sort of allegation someone makes lightly," Buckingham says. "Between the May's potential ill-treatment of King Edward, and their potentially usurping the throne, it makes for bad blood."

"Hmm," you don't give a firm response, but you've resolved to speak with York yourself. "I'd like to speak with him about this. Harold."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Buckingham says. "I've been keen to speak with him myself."

"Well then, let's be about it."

***

The two of you reach the study as the Earl of Kent and your uncle, Duke Albert Seymour of Gloucester are exiting. Albert's somber expression lightens almost at once.

"Will, Clarence! Good to see the two of you."

"Of course, Lord Gloucester," you reply.

"I was worried you'd miss it," he says, "God knows the kingdom needs good men with level heads." He lays a heavy hand on your shoulder. "Have you come to speak with Duke Harold?"

"We have," Buckingham confirms.

"Well, I won’t keep you." Albert looks like he has more to say, but just shakes his head and pats your shoulder. He starts to leave and stops again before turning back. "In- oh, 1926, before your father passed, Will, things looked bleak for us. I believe I said to him 'Norman. This is England's darkest hour. We face odds we can't overcome and we're beset with enemies.' Your father, he looked me in the eye and said 'If we make it through this, we can make it through anything God or the devil place before us.'" Albert shakes his head. "I believed him then. But it seems the dark times haven't ended yet. I fear for this nation, Will. I fear deeply."

You nod, your uncle is prone to dramatics. "I understand Uncle Albert."

Albert nods solemnly before turning away one final time.

You and Buckingham exchange looks before entering the study to find Harold, Duke of York, standing alone behind the desk, deep in thought, a tumbler of brandy still virtually untouched in his hand.

He snaps from this stupor when he sees you.

"Duke Somerset, Duke Buckingham, an honor, gentlemen!" he shakes both your hands in turn. "Have you come to discuss the latest ah . . . situation with the throne?"


>We have, it sounds like the Mays are trying to muscle us out of governance
>What situation would that be?
>Let Buckingham speak first
>write in

>>2109956
>Let Buckingham speak first

>>2109956
>Let Buckingham speak first

>>2109956
>>What situation would that be?

>Let Buckingham speak first

>Writing

You look to Buckingham to answer.

"It concerns all of us," Buckingham says, looking back to you, "The relatives of the king especially. I can tell you among my vassals there is concern of the Mays upsetting the balance of power. Realistically, Charles is a puppet of his mother, and she plans to reward her kin in any way possible, even at the expense of stability."

York nods, eyes closed, as Buckingham ticks off the points.

"Across this country, the men we took with us to war in France have returned to poverty," York says. "No jobs, no money to be had. My own accounts are close to empty from the charity I'm forced to to keep me people from starving. Meanwhile the Mays prepare for the coronation without a second thought." he sneers, "That's to say nothing of our Continental holdings they're so content to let go. I doubt very much your wife would be pleased at that news, Lord Somerset,"

You shake your head, "No, my Lord. It's a disgrace."

"I wasn't consulted or offered any position in this new government," Harold continues, pacing the desk. "

"Nor I, Lord York," you reply.

Marquess Hyland was removed from the Exchequer, soon they'll start revoking landed titles for the slightest contrivance. But for us to be completely excluded from the government we helped build and safeguard. As relatives of the King, it's unacceptable!" York protests. "I fought at Agincourt, bled at Arras, and all for nothing it seems. How many brave sons of York lie cold in French soil? And those of Somerset and Buckingham for that matter."

"A whole arm of the peerage of this country has been forcibly amputated," Buckingham agrees after a measured sip of champagne from a glass you didn't see him get.

"We've all been completely cut out in favor of Charles's closer kin and those of his dreadful mother," Harold adds with a snarl. "The Mays. The De Bouhns."

"What do you intend, Lord York?" You ask.

York fixes you with a bullish gaze, eyes wavering with indecision. "To right wrongs! To insist that Charles respect the contributions of the rest of his family. He cannot rule unilaterally."


>What about a petition to Parliament?
>And what about your father Albert's assertion that Edward would have named you king?
>Charles will only respect the end of a bayonet
>Write in

>>2110016
>>What about a petition to Parliament?

>>2110030
Support

>>2110016
>>And what about your father Albert's assertion that Edward would have named you king?

"By marginalizing the sons of York from the Kingdom they fought and bled for it's clear that the Mays intend to rule with absolute power for their own benefits"

>>2110016
>What about a petition to Parliament?
>And what about your father Albert's assertion that Edward would have named you king?

>What about a petition to Parliament?
>And what about your father Albert's assertion that Edward would have named you king?

+

>Write in

>Writing

"By marginalizing the sons of York from the Kingdom they fought and bled for it's clear that the Mays intend to rule with absolute power for their own benefit," you say, voice firm with conviction.

York's eyes snap to you, his face brightening, "Yes! That's it exactly! They've no right to cut us out of the government. Us or anyone."

"Have you considered petitioning parliament?" you ask, "They gave approval for Charles' ascension, perhaps they can reign in his cabinet decisions."

"Parliament," the word is a curse in York's mouth, "They're a pack of fools. Rubber stamping the May Agenda. No, I plan to petition King Charles directly. He is king and he should not be cowed by his mother into detrimental policy decisions."

"What exactly do you plan to ask for?" Buckingham asks.

York ticks the items off his fingers, "Plans for a renewed war against France once our economy has sufficiently recovered, in order to reclaim our lost lands. Governmental appointments for many in the Seymour family, and the total removal of Charles' mother from government."

If Helen May was still as bloody-minded as the last time you'd spoke with her, you didn't expect her to agree to that last demand any time soon.

You decide to up the ante. "And what about your father's assertion that you should have been named king?" your voice is quiet, but the words are loud enough to visible rock York.

"The last thing I seek, I assure you, Somerset," he says, "I will accept Charles as our rightful king, I'm not interested in toppling a government. I prefer to root out corruption. No, a petition will be made to the King."

"And if Charles or his mother ignore the petition?" Buckingham asks.

York considers this is silence for a few long minutes. "Then perhaps they will only respect force." he dwells on these words a moment before looking at you and Buckingham in turn. "My Lords, can I count on you?"

"Of course. I stand by what is right." Buckingham answers instantly. both men look expectantly to you.


>To my last breath and drop of blood, I stand with you
>You can count me among your number
>If Charles won't listen to reason: yes
>Write in

>>2110068
>>To my last breath and drop of blood, I stand with you
Secretly plan to be King yourself

>>2110068
>If Charles won't listen to reason: yes
But I dearly hope he will. A war would ruin any chance of taking our lands back. Period.

>>2110068
>If Charles won't listen to reason: yes

>>2110077
Depending on how you count, you're about 5th in line. Anything is possible.

>If Charles won't listen to reason: yes

>writing

You wait a moment before answering, "If Charles won't listen to reason, then of course you can count on me."

Harold's expression flickers a moment with something akin to disappointment before it vanishes.

"We must exercise caution, gentlemen. It would be better for all involved in Charles complies with our requests. If a war were to break out it could very well ruin any chance of taking back our lands."

York mulls this over before nodding in agreement, "Quite right, Lord Somerset. There's no reason to be hasty. I'll keep the both of you appraised of the situation as-"

The door to the study inches open with a creak, prompting the three of you within to look back at the new comer, a startled young woman. "Oh. Pardon me gentlemen, I've come for Harold."

"Quite alright, Bethany," Harold says, rising from his position seated against the massive oak desk to come to his wife. "You remember Duke Buckingham."

Bethany offers a hand which Buckingham kisses.

"I would never forget such a beauty," he says with a carefully practiced smile.

Bethany blushes faintly, "I recall the Duke."

"And Duke Somerset." Harold sweeps an arm to include you.

"A pleasure, Lord Somerset."

You bow your head slightly, "Likewise."

"Harold, our son is looking for you. He's insistent you promised to show him Hyland's collecting of captured colours from France," Bethany says, leaning into her husband.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Harold replies, though he is visibly torn between 'business' and family matters. "Gentlemen, you'll have to pardon me. Good speaking with you."

"We'll have to do it again soon," Buckingham says, a sentiment you echo.

The door closes behind them, leaving you alone with Buckingham.

"As serious as the plague," he says in reference to the whole situation. "I'll be going straight home after this to call up my liege levy."

"You think they'll be a fight?" your tone is guarded, combat is something you didn't relish, but never shied away from.
"If there is, I'd prefer to be prepared. No sense losing my head and my land because I talked to the wrong man and had the audacity to count on the good graces of my new king. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the party. Are you coming?"

You smile faintly, "I'm afraid I have a date I can't miss tonight."

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In Essex, outside of a gaudily-lit hotel, it's nearly freezing outside, most pedestrians have cleared the streets and vehicle traffic is almost zero. Standing beside the revolving door for the hotel is your servant, Morris, nursing a cigarette and trying to stay warm.

He looks up at the approach of heels clicking on cobblestone. He straightens up and takes note of the attractive woman approaching.

"Ms. Fields?"

"Yes?" Cheryl stops, clearly taken aback.

"The Duke is expecting you. I'll take you up." without any other ceremony, Morris enters the hotel, Cheryl following in his wake, the hint of a smile on her face.

***

That's all the time I have gents. Thanks so much for turning out and playing. Your contributions and participation are invaluable.

To help get WotR kick started, I'll be running it the remainder of my normal session days this week. That is, Thursday, and likely either Friday or Saturday. I'll keep you posted on the Twitter as the date gets closer.

https://twitter.com/TimeKillerQM

Again, thanks for playing! I'll end with my typical Q&A session. If you have comments, complaints, requests, or questions, now's the time.

Additionally, I'll open a question to the floor.

What do you want to see most:

>Detailed, separate "York" and "Lancaster" family trees
>A detailed "Dramatis Personae" to keep all these people straight!
>An in-universe timeline to understand recent history
>Write in

>>2110109
>>Detailed, separate "York" and "Lancaster" family trees
>>A detailed "Dramatis Personae" to keep all these people straight!
These two in this order.
Also since we'll likely commit treason soon, what would be the punishment for it? If death how

>>2110115
>Detailed trees

Ooo yeah can do! But I'll make it ugly and basic probably, that art deco style took me longer than I care to admit . . .

>Punishment for Treason
If you're VERY lucky, and VERY good at begging, you may get away with having your lands taken away and given to a family member or vassal who promises to behave.

If you're lucky, you're thrown in the Tower of London and forgotten

Otherwise, you'll be executed by firing squad as is customary. Sometimes whispers circulate of more . . . Creative executions used in secret, but those are just rumors. Probably. Maybe.

>>2110109
I like the start TK, I can feel that Brit upper class snobbery and backstabbing already. One thing I'd like to see is a compendium of major Nobles and their estates and power Base.

>>2110145
Good shit bossman, our Noble Privileges must be kept!

Although if we wanted to be King a better way may have been to stay single and marry one of Charles daughters.

>>2110391
>>2110404
Thanks guys! Glad people are enjoying!

>Compendium
I'll see what I can do, I've resisted doing that because that's a large amount of upfront work. Give me time and we'll see!

>Spoiler
Charles' oldest daughter is currently 8, not to mention marrying her would be . . . complex. Chances are the succession would fall to your child, but not to you. Provided the Mays/Parliament/Etc accepts this, otherwise it would probably fall to his brother Robert. IT gets even more complicated because normally succession doesn't pass through female heirs, but there's no choice in Harold/Charles' case.

tl;dr it's a very grey area.

>>2110420
Or we can always do a Richard III

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>>2110427
MFW fratricide

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I missed it?

REEEEEE

>>2110954
Tomorrow, 7 est my dude. About 24 hours from now. Hope to see you then!

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>>2110980
>the exact period i'm supposed to be in bed

>>2110083
>>2110427
>>2110448
>about 5th in line. Anything is possible
We would be the third William, just like the third Richard.

>>2110980
I'll be there, or at least try to be. I have a few questions though:

>Does Protestantism exist? If so, does it have any presence in England?

>You mentioned a German Civil War, who are the sides? And does that phrasing mean that the Holy Roman Empire doesn't exist?

>Does Charles May or any other English royal have a claim on the Kingdom of France, or is it effectively like the end of the 100 Years' War so the claim is invalid?

>Who is the King of France? Is he a Valois?

>There's an America, what's up with the Commonwealth?

>Who's the most powerful man in the world? The King of Spain (has Spain lost its Empire? Does the Iberian Union exist?) or the Ottoman Caliph?

I noticed the burgundian flag in iberia
Is spain still the empire?
Or did the based carlist win the civil war?

>>2111166
Wait no i miss remebered
Thats just normal burgundy
Wait burgundy still exist
What the fuck

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>>2111006
Sorry Anon, I gotta sleep sometime!

>>2111039
>Does Protestantism exist? If so, does it have any presence in England?
It exists, but is fairly rare in England. Really it's mostly found in Northern Germany. England is Catholic. Deus Vult.

>German Civil War
The factions are . . . complicated. There's a lot of bad blood in that part of the world. Catholics and Protestants, Imperialists and Republicans, not to mention the occasional smattering of anarchists and socialists.

>HRE
It exists . . . in a form, it's given up the moniker though and now struggles just to maintain control over Germany.

>Claim to France
the CLAIM is there, it's a complicated dynasitc affair. The claim is largely recognized by the English, and those who want to piss off France. Most of the French are happy with their independence. Enforcing teh claim is technically possible, but it would be more akin to occupying a hostile nation than a political merger. Your wife is proof that there are English loyalists in France, but they are a minority.

>Valois
Correct

>Commonwealth
If you mean the British Commonwealth nations, no such thing exists. England's flirtation with colonialism was short lived and spawned largely independent entities. Canada is an extension of America, places like Australia and South Africa are independent and have virtually no ties to England. They're very independently minded, and England has other concerns.

In fact, colonial empires in general are quite rare, Spain has a few holdings still, remnants of a once glorious past. Places like Cuba and the Philippines. Otherwise South America, Asia, and Africa are free of any European control.

>Most powerful man in the world
Probably the Ottoman Sultan, though they largely busy themselves with tormenting the Slavs and the abortive Russian state. At one point, a case could have been made for Edward IV or V when they dominated Western Europe before Edward VI's madness tore it all down after the defeat in France.

America is also tremendously powerful in that it is tremendously wealthy, but has little interest in foreign affairs being vehemently isolationist.

>Iberian Union
Not at present, but such things have been discussed.

I was working on a world map at one point, but I realized it had little bearing on this game, so I won't show you my WIPs since it would confuse more than it would enlighten probably.

>>2111169
Burgundy exists, largely as a thorn in the side of France.


tl;dr pic related

Other tl;dr
I don't pretend this is a realistic/believable/compelling alt-history, in fact it's sloppy and contrived. If you want really fascinating alt-history, this ain't that kinda quest

Otherwise, if you're just curious what's up in this world, please, ask away!

>>2111273
>Commonwealth
>Slavs
Is /that/ Commonwealth around?

>>2111307
Oh yes

>>2111789
So you did mention despicable socialists and, even worse, anarchists. Are we going to see them in the quest?

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The noon train rolls into Bridgwater station just a few minutes past the hour, coasting to a halt with a clatter of steel and hissing steam. The train had left Chelmsford at about 8 in the morning and crossed from one coast of the country to the next, passing through the center of the south, London. You had stayed on the train with Morris, but you'd seen hints of the pageantry being prepared for Charles' imminent coronation as Charles I, King of England and of France and Lord of Ireland. Of course, in reality Charles, or any recent English monarch's claim to the French throne had become fairly dubious. All that remained of the once impressive English holdings in France was the small fortress town and trade post of Calais.

But, the level of prestige on display did not change. You saw men in suits and uniforms of all types arriving, including those in the strange and gaudy colors and cuts of foreign governments. On your train alone you saw a pair of German air force colonels talking with a Scandinavian noble and a woman attended by no fewer than three separate servants.

Charles coronation was looking to be business as usual, aside of course from the large number of your kin and allies conspicuously absent from the proceedings. It looked more and more likely that Harold and his supporters were on to something.

With the last momentum of the train killed, the doors open and you make your way off, Morris, your servant and bodyguard, following along behind with your small collection of suitcases. There was also a trunk that a baggage porter would have to collect.

People on the platform give you a wide berth after you exited, some making hushed whispers after your back was turned.

The Duke is back.

You pay them no mind, instead focusing on the gaggle of men waiting toward the back of the station, men you recognize as your own. They stand out from the crowd mostly because of the quartet of armsmen that accompanies them. The soldiers' bayonets are stowed in their sheaths, but their rifles are polished to nearly a mirror finish.

An armed escort like this normally isn't terribly unusual, although it was strange in this case in that this one didn't seem to be for ceremonial purposes.

"Welcome home, your Grace," the leader of this group says, another pair of men taking your bags from Morris. "We have a car waiting for you."

"Thank you, Babbage."

While you and your entourage board a small series of cars, you're fixated on the challenges ahead, especially with the looming threat of civil war. Your first order of business will be to meet with your regent who maintained your household in your absence. Who was that?

>Wife
Very trustworthy, a very controversial choice, wife will appreciate it

>Brother
May be resentful of turning power over again, will be placated by this assignment

>Lord Edgar Park of Taunton
Trustworthy, brother will be resentful, a safe choice

>>2112835
>Brother
Keep the lad placated

>>2112835
>>Wife

>>2112835
> Wife
We can find another important station/s to appease our brother if necessary.

> Wife

>Writing

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You could think of none more trustworthy than your wife, Vivienne. Not to mention, loyalty wasn't her only positive trait in this regard. In the days when Normandie had been an English Duchy, she'd managed her late husband's affairs after his death on the front, she was no stranger to leadership.

Of course, your vassals found her presence strange and a bit disconcerting. She was a woman, and a foreigner to some extent. There were many in Somerset who felt they were better suited to her position than she. Let them clamor and desire more, if they tried to butt heads with your wife, they were in for a shock.

Your castle, the Seymour Estate, sits just outside Bridgwater, close enough that the trip into town for government and ceremonial purposes isn't too taxing, but far enough that you have a degree of separation from the burghers and peasantry in town.

The Estate began life as a medieval castle and has undergone extensive modernization over the centuries to include electricity, running water, and even a small game room, complete with billiard table and hunting trophies, not to mention a small bar. That said, it still isn't as opulent as Hyland's Estate.

The motorcade that took you here comes to a halt and a pair of armsmen open your door for you, standing ramrod-straight as you exit the vehicle, pausing only to draw a single cigarette to your lips.

Morris is beside you instantly with a lighter that ignites with a snap. "Sire."

You take a few puffs, "Thank you, Morris. Have my things delivered to my bedchamber. I'll be in my study I think."

"I'll have a spot of tea sent up," Morris says.

(1/2)

"Please do." Before you can say more, the doors to your castle are drawn open by a servant and a feminine silhouette emerges from within.

"Mon cher, comment allez-vous?" the hint of a smile gracing her lips.

"Bien," you reply, that single word being close to the limits of your mastery of French, conversational French anyway. You'd learned how to say 'Drop your weapons and surrender' and 'We wish to discuss terms' as well. As well as a few more vulgarities and other general commands you'd picked up from interactions with the Norman contingent of your forces in France and your Burgundian allies. Of course, when Normandie was ultimately lost, most of those men returned to England with you, making up a brigade of French exiles still under your employ. They were among your most capable and loyal fighters, most having been personal retainers of Vivienne, your wife, before her own exile.

Vivienne reaches you, putting her arms around your neck and lay a gentle kiss on your cheek, putting you in mind of your late-night triste with that woman at Hyland's party, a small pang of guilt. "And how was your trip?" she speaks with a heavy French accent.

"Long," you reply as the two of you break your embrace. "Exhausting. I had a chance to rest at Marquess Essex's home before proceeding on."

"The party?" she asks.

You nod.

Vivienne fixes you with a troubled gaze, her vivid blue eyes studying you closely.

You don't say anything or look away, but you see her mood sag almost imperceptibly, "I see."

"It was nothing terribly interesting," you say, turning to wave Morris along with your bags. "I met with Duke Buckingham and Duke York. They expect trouble from the Mays. About the Charles' government."

"And what do you think?" she asks.

You shrug, "It's a bit early to be sure. But I'd like to make arrangements just in case."


>And how have you been, mon cher?
>Is something troubling you?
>How have things been here in my absence?
>write in

>>2112892
>>And how have you been, mon cher?
>How have things been here in my absence?
>Make it a point to romance her twice as hard as the sloot we banged.

>>2112892
>>And how have you been, mon cher?
>>Is something troubling you?

>>2112892
> And how have you been, mon cher?

>And how have you been, mon cher?

>Writing

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"And how have you been, mon cher?" you follow Morris toward the castle entrance, Vivienne walking alongside you.

"Better now," she says with a distant smile, "I am not the most popular woman in Somerset, you know."

"Oui," you agree sadly, "Jealousy is an ugly thing."

"This is true. Très vrai," She chuckles, "I relished your letters from America. Perhaps next time we can travel together." Her 'th's becoming 'z's.

"Certainly," you say, "Maybe, someday soon, we can even travel to Normandy."

Light flashes in her eyes, the light of far off hope. "This would be nice. But, may not be possible, no?"

"Never say never, cherie."

Vivienne takes your hand, pulling herself close, shoulder to shoulder, her head resting on you as the two of you mount the steps to the front door of the estate. "You are too right, I have seen you- eh . . ." she pauses to mentally fight for the words, "Pull off, miracles. In France, you were quite the miracle man."

You smile at her strange turn of phrase, distantly marveling that you weren't responsible for enough miracles. You often wonder if somehow you could have enabled things to turn out differently. After seeing army after army destroyed by the French and countless miles of ground, churned bloody by English efforts to take them, fall effortlessly to their 'liberators', your conviction weakened that such a war was ever winnable. Maybe next time . . .

"I have been learning to shoot," Vivienne says.

"Shoot?!" you exclaim, more surprised than angry.

"This should not surprise you," she says coyly, "John has been teaching me."

Your younger brother, a baron and Lord of Minehead, one of your vassals, he'd always had a competitive relation with you growing up, perhaps jealous that you were your father's obvious favorite, but had made a loyal supporter.

"That's wonderful, perhaps on our next holiday to Normandy, you can go armed, maybe we can go shooting with the King of France."

Vivienne enjoys a laugh at your dry wit.


>But if you really want to learn to shoot though, I can teach you
>I'm not sure you should be finding more ways for the locals to find you odd, cherie
>Well, I hope you've enjoyed yourself and haven't been too bored
>Write in

>>2112923
>Well, I hope you've enjoyed yourself and haven't been too bored

>>2112923
>But if you really want to learn to shoot though, I can teach you

>>2112923
>But if you really want to learn to shoot though, I can teach you

>But if you really want to learn to shoot though, I can teach you

>Writing

>>2112923
>But if you really want to learn to shoot though, I can teach you
Fuck, I almost forgot about this. But I have a plan.

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"But," you continue, "If you really want to learn to shoot, I can teach you. John was never any good."

Vivienne considers this a moment. "No." Vivienne says with finality. "I will not bother you with this. You have matters of your own to worry about, there is no need to concern yourself."

"No need?" you chuckle, "The happiness and wellbeing of my wife is a concern of mine."

"Hmm," Vivienne doesn't say anything for a moment, her gaze fixed ahead. "Very well. Why not?"

"We can start tomorrow, what do you say?"

"Oui. It sounds good."
Ahead of you, a servant holds the doors to the castle open and you come into Seymour Estate's entry hall, briefly awed by its high ceilings and trophies. Here you have flags from France and Scotland, mounted animal heads and a broad oil-painting celebrating some titanic clash of medieval arms.

A waiting servant appears from a side hall and takes your jacket, leaving you free to ascended a winding flight of stairs through a nearby door. You reach and cross a short hall on an upper floor before ultimately reaching your study. It was a small, cozy affair with warm wood paneling and a healthy number of book cases, all surrounding a large, oak table which was mostly covered with books on American history and natural science. The wall behind your desk has a white Stetson hat and a pair of spurs mounted above a picture of you and a small entourage on horses on the American plains.

Also scattered on your desk and Credenza are maps and military reference books, a general's tools of war.

Vivienne closes the door behind you.

"So," you say, circling your desk to sit behind it. "What's the situation?"

Vivienne thinks a moment before answering. "Maybe, not so good."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Your vassals are nervous," she says, "Perhaps for the same reasons you say that Duke York and Duke Buckingham are."

"The Mays?" you ask.

"More than that even. Perhaps fear that soon there will be war."

"So what have they done exactly?" you ask, fearing the worst.

"Most have called up their levies, they have soldiers gathered across the duchy. There has been no fighting, but . . . People are nervous, yes?"

"Yes,' you agree, rubbing your chin.

"I did not want to interfere with them in your absence, but with you back . . . "

Mobilized levies certainly looked aggressive, it could send the wrong impression to those outside your fiefdom, not to mention it might allow potentially rebellious lords to resist your efforts to impose your will, if it came down to it.

On the other hand, mobilized levies mean you are more ably defended against any sort of rapid strikes from outside, such as the king might launch on traitorous vassals.


>Call upon your lords to assemble an army outside Bridgewater
>Allow the lords to leave their levies raised, but do not further mobilize
>Order your lords to stand down their forces, escalation will only breed violence
>Write in

>>2112978
>>Call upon your lords to assemble an army outside Bridgewater

>>2112978
>Allow the lords to leave their levies raised, but do not further mobilize
So here's my plan: we become King of Poland.

>>2112978
>Call upon your lords to assemble an army outside Bridgewater
Raise our own levies too

>>2112978
>>Call upon your lords to assemble an army outside Bridgewater
>Write in
DO we have any American contacts we can use? Any industrialists that could help in this effort?

>>2112673
>Dirty Commies

Forgot to cover this! It's totally possible. We'll have to see.

>>2113014
>DO we have any American contacts we can use? Any industrialists that could help in this effort?
You absolutely do. This will be covered in more detail in a moment with a Duchy overview.

>>2113014
That Henry Ford has some good ideas, I hope we're connected to him.

>Call upon your lords to assemble an army outside Bridgewater

>writing

"What do you think, dear? Is their concern justified?"

Vivienne considers your question a moment. "We have both seen war. I think there are few who wish to see it again. They see strength as a . . . how you say . . . protection against war."

You nod. "Well, they say keep your friends close, and enemies closer. Can you draft a telegram to the Lords and have them assemble their armies here? I'd like my own retinue called up as well."

Vivienne smirks, "Do you think I would let the barons gather strength while we had none? No, I called them up. They have made camp a few miles outside of town."

Your personal levies didn't amount to a majority, but you had a solid three regiments at your disposal, your personal retinue, and two regiments of Norman exiles.

Your total military levy was sizable on paper, formed primarily of men drafted from within the Duchy, you also have in your employ a small number of American experts and advisors, namely cavalry officers, as well as a brigade of French emigres. All in all, you amass just under 20,000 men.

The Duchy fields about ten regiments of infantry, including your own personal retinue, a sort of militarized bodyguard that typically was stationed in and around Bridgwater. Also in your pay is a regiment of cavalry, the 1st Somerset Yeoman Cavalry. In peacetime it had been little more than a social club for the well-to-do of Somerset though it was hardened by combat during the war. Now, you've kept this instrument sharp with the expertise of American riders you met during your travels. We've mentioned the Normans, and you of course have the regiments raised by your barons, typically they draw in 1-2 regiments a piece.

Your armories likely won't have enough to equip your entire levy with the latest weapons of war and at least a regiment or two would march to battle carrying weapons over a decade old, cutting edge surplus, from 1918.

Your officers are experienced, though this can be said of officers across the nation, your standard armsmen are also likely to be veterans of some degree.

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Military situation covered, it's time for some more information on your duchy at large.

Somerset is not the most important province in England, but it's far from the least important. Primarily, its economy is powered by agriculture and trade, Bridgwater being a major shipping port, especially for trade with America. It has some light manufacturing capacity though it mostly relies on imports and production from the factories in Bristol to the north.

Your income comes, primarily, from the land. You own much the land that's worked in this county and collect rent on it. You also collect minor taxes and tariffs, though much of this is funneled along to the King.

As it stands, your total expenses, both personal, military, and civil, come up just under your income. You're also responsible for funding your own family's expenses. Your sister Kate, currently living in America, is living on your money, you provide for virtually all over her living expenses, for her and her children. You also provide a generous allowance to your brothers and sister, Violet.

Despite this, as your bookkeeper says, 'you're in the black.' Slightly. Not to mention, thanks to some shrewd financial management, you've tucked aside a healthy amount of savings, though you know full well that mismanagement can exhaust such accounts in short order. In addition to your own frugal nature, you managed to amass another sizable chunk of wealth during your tour in America. You'd funded the construction of a hydroelectric dam in Tennessee which was now showing returns, you'd entered into an oil drilling venture in Oklahoma that's paying off, and bailed out a few personal friends with small loans, loans they'd later repaid with interest. You had these surplus funds stored in an overseas account, managed by one of those same banker friends, it would make a wonderful fall back fund in an emergency, though you were planning on using it to finance your next holiday.

The economic situation in Somerset is fairly stable at the moment, though you did have a bit of wiggle room in the budget. You could afford to purchase newer weapons for your ill-equipped regiments for example and only dip your savings slightly. You could raise an additional levy at the cost of having to cut some budgetary corners in things like civil expenses and personal funds. You could also take a line of credit and hire some experienced mercenaries for any coming fight, though this would start eating into your savings.


>Maintain current spending
>Purchase new weapons for your militia (Low spending)
>Raise another levy regiment (moderate spending)
>Hire experienced mercenaries (High spending)
>Write in

>>2113031
I assume each Regiment is equivalent to roughly a British Battalion of the 30s/40s in terms of men and organisation?

>>2113031
Do we have any airstrips in Somerset?

>>2113031
>>Purchase new weapons for your militia (Low spending)

>>2113037
There's a handful, all are built for civilian uses, but they exist. There's a small commercial airport outside of Bath, and a few small airstrips across the countryside, perhaps half a dozen total.

>>2113035
Depends on what you mean. Each Regiment = 2 800 man battalions led by a noble or a knight. if you want detailed TO&E, I don't plan on worrying about thing at that level, but you can assume basic logistics via horses and some motorcars, field artillery, machine guns, rifles, etc. In the case of some less well equipped regiments, they may not have much of a logistics section, relying on appropriation of local goods mainly. Buying bread form bakers, etc.

>>2113031
>Other
Logistical support like trucks, a few more advisers, some artillery and a couple of planes if we can pick them up

>Purchase new weapons for your militia (Low spending)

>>2113031
> Purchase new weapons for your militia (Low spending)
Particularly purchase as many Light Machine Guns and SMGs as we can get our hands on. Assuming the ten years war was WWI-like we probably got to see the effectiveness of mass Lewis guns and the like towards the end, and should endeavour to make them a staple of our units (maybe some models of Czech origin? ZB-26s are cute) while the often compact and/or suburbanised terrain of England will likely lead to overall short engagement ranges where the side with more automatic weapons is king (perhaps literally in this case).

>>2113031
>>Purchase new weapons for your militia (Low spending)
>>Raise another levy regiment (moderate spending)
Both of these

>>2113042
Can we buy a couple of planes? Either heavy fighters or tactical bombers.

>>2113049
>Planes

It can be done, but getting a hold of military-grade aircraft on short notice is nearly impossible. Anything you can get that will affect the short term will be scout planes and converted civilian craft.

>>2113049
Ww1 era planes are not that great. Focus on logistics better guns and arty.

>Purchase new weapons for your militia (Low spending)

>Focus on heavy weapons (artillery, machine guns, and logistics)

>Writing

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You know from your tribulations in France that wars are fought and won on a few factors, firepower being one of them. A few telegraphs to some local armories and an American automobile company should help outfit your forces. You saw too many opportunities slip past you due to the slow movement rates of armies in France. Armies that have to forage or rely on horse-drawn carts simply can't move like those on lorries and motorcars.

Seeing the red digits on your bill hurts, but you know you can handle it, you've been careful with your money, you'd just have to go on being careful unless you wanted to dip further into your savings.

Word is sent to your vassals that you're assembling a field army east of Bridgwater. Essentially, you are putting your duchy to full mobilization. In theory, your vassals supply most of the actual officers for this force, an overall commander is either appointed or filled directly by you.

You promptly receive confirmations form most of your lords, save two.

It would be a few days before this assembly was complete. You're able to spend this time relaxing, enjoying a few games of billiards with Morris, riding on your grounds, and target shooting with Vivienne. She's shockingly good for a woman. Maybe John was an adequate teacher after all. In between these shooting session, you can just make out the trickle of soldiers arriving on foot outside of Bridgwater, forming a small but growing camp, one that's become large enough to require planned sanitation in the form of latrine trenches.

You shudder to imagine what King Charles might say or do if he discovers the purpose of your mobilization. Fortunately, you think the King's attention will soon be occupied based on the telegram you receive a matter of days later.

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>>2113067
>what King Charles might say or do
Isn't he underage?

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You're target shooting with Vivienne, bundled against the nipping cold of this November morning, relishing the bark of her Enfield as she snaps targets down range. You catch sight of Morris approaching at a quick trot, telegram in hand.

"Message for you, Sire."

It comes from the Duke of York. The yellow paper slip which was received in Bridgwater's telegraph office scarcely an hour ago. Morris stands by silently, Vivienne stops shooting, clearing her weapon and turning to study your expression as you read.

SOMERSET.

HAVE RESOLVED TO PRESENT PETITION TO CHARLES. WILL MAKE RADIO ADDRESS TO NATION. YORK LEVY WILL BE RAISED TO PREVENT TREACHERY BY MAYS. REMAIN VIGILANT.

YORK.

You lay the telegram on the seat beside you and sigh. If York was raising his levy, it was because he expected trouble. If there was trouble of that caliber, it would amount to a Yorkist rebellion, one you would doubtlessly be implicated with. Harold was playing his hand.

"What is the matter, cherie?" Vivienne asks.

You hold out the telegram, summarizing for her. "Harold's making his demands. Playing his hand.

"This is good news, yes?"

"Maybe," you say. "It depends if Charles goes for it or not. Harold's not one for subtlety."

Vivienne re-reads the telegram, "It seems to me that Harold-" she struggles slightly with the pronunciation of his name, "Is trying to force Charles to make a decision. Maybe he thinks that if he can be forceful enough, Charles will uh- . . . Comply."

"It's possible."

You don't like making these decisions without full information. Sometimes it was necessary to call on your vassals to get a clearer picture on the situation. While their armies march to you, it may be beneficial to speak with them directly. Of course, if you were open about your plans, it became much more likely that your true allegiances became clear.


>Call up all my lords
>Privately summon only my most trusted lords
>I'll keep this private for now
>Write in

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>>2113069
>Underage
Ah. You assume that cause his mother is calling the shots. No, he's just not the most . . . independent decision maker.

Picture: King Charles I

>>2113073
>Privately summon only my most trusted lords
And our brothers and sisters

>>2113073
>>Call up all my lords
When the other lords see that we're keeping secrets, then they certainly won't follow us. We'll just have to watch what we say

>>2113075
He seems...submissive...

>>2113075
>I'll keep this private for now
Speaking of mothers, is ours still alive?

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>>2113083
>submissive
Are you implying that King Charles may not be the best King for England? Hang on, let me get a more regal picture, maybe you'll change your mind.

>>2113087
>mother alive?
Negative. She's passed sadly.

>>2113073
> Privately summon only my most trusted lords
> Other
Put out feelers as to what's going on with the two lords that didn't reply, we need to be ready for treachery.

>Privately summon only my most trusted lords

+ Family

+Send out feelers

>Writing

"Morris, dispatch a telegram to . . . " you search your memory. "Lords Park, Osbourne, and Sanford. As well as my brothers and Violet. I'll be inviting them for dinner in a few days."

You rattle off the names of your most trusted vassals, those of Taunton, Sedgemoore, Hatch Beuchamp, and Minehead. This leaves out only Lord Redford of Shepton Mallet, who isn't duplicitous, but is something of a buffoon, and unlikely to be able to keep a secret, and Lords Wollcroft of Clevedon and Rigby of Bath.

Your sister Kate was across the Atlantic at school in America and wouldn't likely drop her studies and family to attend a war meeting. For that matter, Violet might be less than enthused to be summoned but would likely come, if for no other reason than idle curiosity. You made a mental note to write a letter to Kate explaining the political situation here, once it became more clear.

"At once, Sire," Morris says.

"And who exactly did not respond to the call for Regiments?" You ask.

"Is it Lord Wollcroft and Lord Rigby?" Vivienne asks, expression dour.

Morris blinks surprise, "It is ma'am."

You give your wife a look.

"They are nothing but trouble for me while you were gone," she explains. "They question every choice, they ask we get confirmation from King Charles for any decision I make. Ugh, ces salauds.."

You don't need a strong grasp on French to know that's not a compliment. "It doesn't seem they're much fans of yours."

"Or yours, mon cher." Vivienne corrects gently.

It was true, they certainly sounded dedicated to the King more than you or your family. Now, you had two Lords in the north with three regiments between them, all but refusing your call to arms.


>Invite Wollcroft and Rigby to the dinner
>Ask each of them via telegram what their intentions are
>We'll wait to hear back from our Lords before dealing with them
>Write in

>>2113108
>We'll wait to hear back from our Lords before dealing with them
Can we seize their lands and give them to our loyal followers?

>>2113108
>Invite Wollcroft and Rigby to the dinner
Let's just hope for their sakes it isn't black.

>>2113110
>Can we seize their lands and give them to our loyal followers?
In this nation, might makes right. As their leige, you can basically do whatever as long as you can force them to accept it. Their only possible recourse would be to petition the king for help, or any other allies they might happen to have, like a local lord. For mere barons, this is unlikely.

But under ordinary circumstances, the king won't sit idly by while a duke clobbers Barons and takes their land.

>>2113108
>We'll wait to hear back from our Lords before dealing with them

If we ask them to dinner we can make them offers they can't refuse but unless we arrest them right then and there we'll be tipping our hand and giving the Mayflies a reason to claim we are the aggressors.

If war happens, which it won't (I pray to the Pope to intercede for me), then getting any neutrals into our camp will be important.

>We'll wait to hear back from our Lords before dealing with them

>writing

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Invitations are sent, and confirmations received from all save your sister Violet, though you know she has a penchant for being difficult.

True to his word, on the day before your dinner, Harold makes his demands via a nation-wide radio broadcast. A bold move certainly, but one more likely to shock the king to action than a private letter. The broadcast receives plenty of airtime so you manage to catch it once or twice. It's a rambling, but impassioned radio address delivered in a fiery tone by Harold, most of it was boiler plate, but the ending sticks in your mind.

"It is not the king that is our enemy, it is waste. It is corruption. It is greed. It is the useless sycophants and hangers-on that have surrounded the King and fed on his strength like political parasites. I ask all good Englishmen to stand with me in demanding the restoration of the power of the Monarchy, a revitalized economy, and the reconstruction of English prestige. To this end, it will start with Helen May's official resignation of power. Myself, and those loyal to the King, will be waiting with full eagerness for a reply. God save the King."

Provocative was an understatement. Couple that with the fact that York had his levies called up, and it didn't matter how reverent Harold was to the King, there was little other way to read this than as a non-violent coup. You'd had the foresight to send Morris into Bridgwater to get a feel for the common mans' opinion on the Duke's radio address, and you found that they were largely supportive. Women in government were generally frowned upon, meddling mothers doubly so. Add in Charles' lack of charisma and you had an unpopular government in the making.

Charles has yet to issue any official rebuke before your vassals arrive for dinner.

Bridgwater Castle is in tip top shape, your servants having laid out a grand banquet, pheasant, quail, and roast beef spread across an expansive dining table, an ancient oak-thing that dated back likely a hundred years or more, polished to a near mirror-shine.

Such displays of power were important in maintaining the proper sort of relationship with your vassals. That of lord and subject.

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Your vassals arrive singly and in pairs, most greeting you cordially before you send them on to be entertained in the billiards room. Spouses and mistresses are dispatched to a rear lounge to be entertained by your wife. When Baron Edgar Park arrives you give him a personal greeting. In addition to being your friend, Park is the most powerful and capable of your vassals. A veteran of France, he saw most action in Gascony and so never fought alongside you. That said, he is also probably your singly most capable commander.

Park was in good spirits and didn't seem the least bit concerned about this military collection you'd made. That, coupled with the fact that he came in uniform made you suspect he was expecting a commanding spot in your military. His words were friendly but empty. You were eager to hear his thoughts on this matter.

Your youngest brother, Stanley was much less enthused than Park when he arrived. Stanley had never taken to your more outgoing and brash nature. He was the bookish sort. No surprise then that he hadn't pursued a career in politics or the military, rather becoming something of an academic with particular focus on the old Roman Empire. You suspected he might have entered the priesthood had he not met a girl that caught his fancy.

Your middle brother, John, Baron of Minehead was more like you, in more ways that were necessarily positive. Fiercely competitive, you always he suspected he chaffed under the misfortune of having been born second. Beyond which, you know your father favored you for obvious reasons. John had seen light action in France, but never fought alongside or under you. You greet each other with a simple handshake. Nothing to be said for now.

Violet was last. Ah, Violet. Not at all like your sweet baby sister Kat, Violet was belligerent.

"I'm here for the boys meeting," she proclaims sourly, "Unless I'm to be banished to the back of the house with the other useless hens."

Violet's state goal in life was to find a noble she could stand and marry herself to him and secure her livelihood. She had no passion for politics per se, but she was a skilled manipulator. In her teenage years she'd driven two young knights to a duel in her honor, both had walked away, but one with a permanent limp.

"I think Vivienne would like to say 'hello'" you tell her, temper in check, "Afterwards, maybe we can discuss the political situation in detail."

"Hmph." Violet hands her fur coat to a servant and, cigarette holder in hand, presses on for the back of the house.

With your guests arrived, you can serve dinner at your discretion. You also have time for a quick meeting in private, in case you want to give or receive an opinion in private before any public announcements.


>Meet with Lord Park
>Meet with John
>Meet with Stanley
>Meet with Violet
>Write in

>>2113151
Whoops, forgot an option

>Proceed to Dinner

>>2113151
>>Meet with Lord Park
>>Meet with John
These two seems to be the most knowledgeable and wise

>>2113151
>Meet with Lord Park
>Meet with John
Has Violet looked at Italian, German, and Polish noblemen? They're probably a touch more progressive.

Unless the Pragmatic Sanction has happened.

>Meet with Lord Park
>Meet with John

>Writing

>>2113168
>Italian, German, and Polish noblemen
Violet is really angling for a native of England for personal reasons. Otherwise, all are on the table.

You don't have long before your guests would get antsy, but you have enough time to speak briefly with two of the key decision-makers in Somerset. Lord Park and John.

When you enter the billiard room, which has rapidly filled with cigar smoke, you spot your brother engrossed in a game of Billiards with Lord Sanford, the clack of balls mirroring the clink of glasses being filled.

Lord Park, however, stands alone, cigar smoldering in hand, watching the game with casual interest. "Lord Park," you greet.

"Duke Seymour," Park gives a stiff smile, "Good to see you again your Grace. America to your liking?"

"And then some," you say. "Tell me, how's the 1st Somerset?"

"Tip top shape," Park replies. His regiment is a personal mark of pride for him. "I tell you, my coffers are pretty well cleared out, but it was worth it for those German submachine guns we bought."

You'd heard the term thrown around late in the last war. "Submachine guns?"

"Nasty little things. Trench raiders used them in France, it's a sort of repeating weapon firing pistol cartridges. Deadly at close range."

You nod, making a mental note to see if you could procure a few dozen for your bodyguard. "I've been hit pretty badly reinforcing my own regiments," you say. "Really takes you back, doesn't it?"

"To France?" Park asks, "Indeed. Makes me want another good chop at the bastards." He suddenly seems to remember his purpose here, "Say, I've been hearing a lot of strange rumors flying. Lord Wollcroft refusing a summons, Duke York makes that peculiar radio broadcast. I've heard it said the King is utterly paralyzed with indecision." Park chuckles at the image, "Do you think this is going to become a shooting affair?"

"I'd rather be prepared than unprepared," you say.

Park nods, "Can't say I don't agree." His eyes turn back to the billiards game as John sinks a ball in a corner pocket.


>What do you think about York's broadcast?
>What do you think about King Charles?
>What do you think about the Lords in the north who refused the summons?
>Write in

>>2113180
> What do you think about York's broadcast?
> What do you think about the Lords in the north who refused the summons?

>>2113180
>>What do you think about York's broadcast?
>>What do you think about the Lords in the north who refused the summons?

>>2113180
>What do you think about York's broadcast?
>What do you think about King Charles?
>What do you think about the Lords in the north who refused the summons?
Speaking of trench raiders, Winchester shotguns are probably a good call for outfitting shock troops or MPs with.

>>2113180

>What do you think about York's broadcast?
>What do you think about King Charles?
>What do you think about the Lords in the north who refused the summons?

>>2113186
>Winchester shotguns are probably a good call for outfitting shock troops or MPs with.
You've seen some of your American advisors carrying shotguns before, you'll make a mental note to order some for your own men.

>What do you think about York's broadcast?
>What do you think about the Lords in the north who refused the summons?

>writing

>>2113186
> Winchester shotguns are probably a good call for outfitting shock troops or MPs with.
They're really not, shotguns in WW2 only caught in the peculiar circumstances of jungle warfare and even then, were generally better served in that role by the SMG. In a European theatre like this, shotguns are really completely outclassed by the SMG and should only be entertained as a stopgap until they can be replaced by them. MPs or second line troops maybe, but only if they're cheaper than SMLEs or such, which I daresay they aren't.

"I take it you heard York's broadcast then?"

"I did," Park says puffing his cigar, "A bit curt, but the message is clear."

"What did you think?"

Park looks sideways at you, "My Lord, if you're asking if I agree with Duke York then I will tell you 'I do'. I support the king, not his mother. I support the Seymour family," he gestures at you, "Not the Mays. Charles of course can't help the accident of his birth, but that doesn't mean the lot of them have to be handed the country on a silver platter. No sir, if there's a choice between Helen and Harold, I side with the Duke."

"I quite agree with you, Lord Park. A shame not all of us feel the same."

"You mean Wollcroft and Rigby? Pah. I wouldn't worry too much. They're bloody vultures- if you pardon the expression. They think they can see the writing on the wall, as it were. Trying to pick the winning pony before the race. You ask me, they picked too soon." He gives you another sideways look. "I imagine if they don't fall in line they may find their titles to suddenly be less secure."

You keep a straight face, "It's possible."

"Well, your Grace, if it comes down to such things, I hope you'll call on me and my men to do their duty, and I hope we'll be rewarded in time."

His meaning was obvious Tap me to blast Wollcroft and Rigby out of their baronies and I want a cut of that pie.

"I always reward loyal supporters," you say with a reassuring smile.

"That's because your father taught you well. Good man, Norman. Damn the French- God pardon me."

You appreciate the sentiment. It had been a stray French shell that took your father from you, you didn't hold them personally accountable but, it would be nice to lob a few more shells at the, at some point, you think, God knows you had enough reasons.

John's Billiard game was ending and Sanford was resetting the balls.

"I'll see you at dinner, Lord Park."

Park waves farewell, stepping up to try his hand at Billiards.

"John." You catch your brother at the bar.

"Will, what kind of bloody mess have you made now?" John asks, voice low, surveying the other lords. No other baron would dare to speak to you so casually, but your brother was . . . Well, your brother.

"You can thank Harold's boldness and Charles' indecision for this one, or good King Edward for dying before having the decency to produce a male heir."

John snorts while the barman pours him a whiskey. "So, I take it you're in bed with Harold and his people then?"


>That's the face of it. I know what's right.
>Let's just say that I see opportunity ahead
>You prefer Charles and mother Helen?
>Write in

>>2113209
Shotguns were so effective in WWI when the Americans used them that Germany tried to have them banned.

Despite you know, inventing the flamethrower.

>>2113219
>You prefer Charles and mother Helen?

>>2113219
>>Let's just say that I see opportunity ahead
>>You prefer Charles and mother Helen?

>>2113220
Trench raiding is similar to jungle warfare in the sense that it tends to have exceptionally short engagement ranges, but US trench raiding was also still in a world prior to widespread SMGs. The generally smaller, handier and higher capacity full auto SMG does the job better, offers similar or superior engagement ranges and allows you to standardise on two infantry cartridges (your pistol/SMG round, and your rifle round) instead of having to piggyback shotgun rounds on top of that too.

>>2113219
>You prefer Charles and mother Helen?

>>2113219
>Let's just say that I see opportunity ahead
>You prefer Charles and mother Helen?
>They were moving to undercut various lords who had helped with the war in a variety of ways. Rewarding service with scorn. Frankly no matter how poorly you think of me, that's an insult to our father and the family entire.

>>2113219
Adding this:
>You want a Duchy of your own someday don't you, John? Seeing how the Mays have treated our family I'd say your chances under them are slim.

>You prefer Charles and mother Helen?

+

>Write ins

>Writing

You fix John with a humorless stare, "You prefer Charles and mother Helen?"

John's gaze wavers a moment before he looks defeated, "You know I don't."

"Because quite honestly," you lower your voice further and lean in, "Either Charles, or Helen, or God forbid- both, were moving to undercut various lords who had helped in the war in all capacities. Took Hyland off the Exchequer, didn't offer Cousin Harold so much as an honorary position in the cabinet." you shake your head, "They rewarded service with scorn. Frankly no matter how poorly you think of me, that's an insult to our father and the family entire."

John's eyes flash with fire, "That's low, Will, even for you."

You smile, "The truth can hurt, John. Let me try another approach: You want a duchy your own someday, wouldn’t you?"

John doesn't answer.

"I know you do, because you're like me. Well I can tell you it's not likely to happen given the way the Mays have treated our family so far. Short of disgracing our father and bowing down to a tyrant in exchange for my seat, you're not likely to go far."

"You think so poorly of me?" John asks. "We're not just brothers, I made an oath to our father that I would obey you. I don't need to be threatened or bribed."

"No? It certainly seems to make you jump faster." Perhaps you did come on a bit strong, "John, if I've offended you, I do apologize. I just don't have time to fool around with hypotheticals and playing devil's advocate." you hold up two fingers, barely an inch apart, "We're this close to making this thing a shooting affair, I need to know I can count on you."

John's eyes switch between yours as he thinks, deviating only to drain his whiskey in one gulp. "By God, Will. I think it's madness, but I stand by you."

The answer you were hoping to hear. With both John and Park onboard, it was unlikely any of the other lords here would oppose your plans, even if they didn't quite agree. Although, you learned in France that the best way to inspire loyalty was to provide victory. It becomes quite easy to satisfy an army with the victor's spoils. It's much harder to satisfy that appetite with the bitter taste of defeat.

"My Lords," a servant announces from the doorway, "Dinner is served. If you'll follow me."

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That's my time for tonight! Thanks for playing guys. Next session will actually be tomorrow same time, 7 EST, (11 UTC). Hopefully everyone is having as much fun as I am. The War of the Roses is just gearing up and we've a lot to go.

As for previous requests, I'm compiling a Dramatis Personae to keep all these nobles straight. A detailed family tree will take slightly more time, I'll try to work on it over this weekend. As for a list of power players in England, that will be more time in coming, though there will be a county-by-county loyalty map soon. Some players are known to be for York.

Somerset, Gloucester, York, Buckingham, and Essex, for instance.

As always, I've got time for any Q&A/requests/suggestions/complaints you may have.

https://twitter.com/TimeKillerQM

>>2113248
Thanks for running mate, missed a few posts today on account of trying to juggle this with running my own quest, but I'm really enjoying this so far and I think it's got great potential going forward, so keep it coming!

>>2113262
My pleasure, man! And no sweat, I know how it is. Your quest comes first.

>>2113248
Btw, the war in France has been mentioned alot but what about things like tanks or other mechanized stuff. Its 1932, so in OTL things were moving towards actual tank looking things rather than metal boxes with tracks. Though this might be my HoI brain mobile warfare brain talking...

>>2113292
Put pictures in it.

>>2113292
Assuming parity with the real world we'd be looking at stuff like the Vickers Light Mk II/IIA, the Medium II and if we're feeling cutting edge, the Vickers 6-ton is kicking around, as far as domestic designs, and that's what we'll probably be limited to. For the most part, they're all somewhat bulletproof but not much more and either slow but armed with 47mm guns or faster, but only armed with MGs. Things might pick up once the war starts if they prove useful though, and mechanisation (and more importantly, wireless sets for fluid communication and coordination of forces) is sufficiently advanced that trench warfare will probably not be how things pan out.

Honestly I'd probably recommend mechanising our cav regiment as soon as possible, making one battalion (though in British parlance, cavalry battalions are regiments but whatever) mechanised/motorised infantry while the other becomes an armoured one with some relatively cheap light tanks for the moment.

>>2113310
Oh, or armoured cars, probably a mix of tanks and armoured cars for the 'armoured' battalion, as ACs are MUCH cheaper and easier to operate.

>>2113248
Can't believe I missed this. I loved the 1995 Ian McKellen movie.

>>2113507
I'm lurking but I expect it to die like all the other promising quests before it.

>>2113515
This quest is very unlikely to die, the writer is an experienced QM who wrote 2 quests and somewhat finished one of them.

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>>2113292
>tanks or other mechanized stuff
They exist and are fairly historical. Tanks at this time can be broken into three categories.

[b]Old model tanks[/b]
War-era. Giant, lumbering, turret-less behemoths intended to help break defensive lines. They are heavy, boxy, cumbersome things, but somewhat common.

[b]Post-war model tanks[/b]
"Modern" tanks. They are still slow and cumbersome, but feature innovations like turrets, improved suspensions and smaller crew requirements. They are also fantastically expensive since most nations haven't widely adopted them.

[b]Tankettes[/b]
Tiny, zippy, scout and infantry support vehicles. They can't stand up to sustained fire and aren't well suited for frontal clashes or trench breaking, but they serve their niche well enough. They are also fairly cheap, making them attractive options for situations like yours.

Bonus category:

[b]Armored Cards[/b]
Either purpose built or ad-hoc assembled. They've been used extensively in Ireland's internal conflict as well as the German Civil War. The factories in Bristol could likely produce such vehicles, or your friends in America (though shipping times apply)

>>2113310
This is all pretty accurate. Those exact designs may not be available, England's post-war military funding was utterly gutted so things like tank development have stalled.

In this timeline, the 10 Year War started in 1918 and ended in 1928, but 1918's tech in this timeline is less advanced than ours. They had a rapid spurt of military advancement during that war.

>Trench Warfare
Both the early and late stages of the 10 Year War were mobile. Things bogged in the middle with conventional trench warfare and sieges. Otherwise, there is some experience with maneuver warfare.

When the war heats up a bit, I'll present an option to "armorize" your force. Say, "harden" your cavalry or develop a straight armor regiment.

>>2113507
>Can't believe I missed this. I loved the 1995 Ian McKellen movie.
It's running again today in, about 10 hours! And the movie is incredible, the obvious inspiration for this game.

>>2113515
Lurk away! But feel free to dive in and vote or make suggestions if at all possible. I can assure you, this quest isn't going away fro the foreseeable future. At worst, I anticipate getting to a good stop point and taking a break to finish another quest, then coming back to finish this one.

That's a worst-case and probably months off at the soonest.

>>2113541
Thanks for the vouch! I guess that means I've made it to the big times, huh?

Dark Empire has not been forgotten, it will likely finish after this quest does. Things are in the works.

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>>2113580
Freikorps as based Landsknecht when ?

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>>2113613
FTFY

As for Landsknecht. There WILL be mercenaries, they will probably become a larger factor later on. But expect, Irish, Spaniards, Germans, Scandinavians, etc.

>>2113618
Some sort of International Brigade?

>>2113580
>fantastically expensive
Let's build the TOG!

>>2113665
>International Brigade
Europe is full of capable and desperate men.Weapons are common, life is cheap, money is short. If you have the cash, you can get all sorts to fight for you.

>>2113673
>TOG
Well I won't say 'no'.

>>2113677
Well it /is/ an interwar tank that nothing else in the UK will be able to match until the 40's.

And I kind of want to make a TOG Gun Carrier.

>>2113665
We need to get some American cowboys

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>>2113716
Or some Condottieri from the Italian city states.

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>>2109486

>>2113690
We'll see what the future holds. It will likely be easier, at least in the short term, to buy foreign tanks rather than make your own given your limited industrial capacity.

>>2113716
In case it's not clear:
>>2113027
>you also have in your employ a small number of American experts and advisors, namely cavalry officers.

These are "cowboys".

>>2113733
>Condottieri
:D

>>2113770
>Looks at family tree
>Duke Cornwall consorting with the Mays
>Must be a real disappointment to Gloucester and York.
>Did he bend the knee to his cousin in return for a position?

>>2113789
Henry is the odd man of that family. He's always been at odds with both his brother and his father. He made a natural ally for Charles and the Mays who, despite their power, were still relative newcomers.

As the family tree foreshadows, Henry is not a Yorkist. You'll probably hear more about that as it becomes more relevant.

>>2113951
>>2113799
And is our grandmother alive?

>>2113799
>>2113956
Completely missed the 1st and 2nd born labels over our father and uncle.

So is the Line of Succession:
>Charles May (Current King)
>Robert May
>Nathan May

Then it's kind of unclear to me because the English change their succession law every 50 years it seems, so it's more guessing.

>Jesse de Bohun
>William de Bohun
>William Seymour (Us)
>John Seymour
>Stanley Seymour
>Daniel Seymour
>Albert Seymour
>Harold Seymour (the Elder)
>Harold Seymour (the Younger)
>Thomas Bennet
>Henry Seymour
>Winston Seymour

Who's Stanley married to, is she at the dinner?

I like this quest so far, probably won't be able to get in on it because I have plans later, but I'll definitely be following and joining in the future.

>>2113981
>Grandmother
Alive, ancient, senile. The White Rose is a formality, she isn't capable of making such decisions at this point, God bless her.

>Succession line

This is definitely a valid interpretation. In fact, at a glance your succession line is the Lancastrian interpretation of the law. Currently, in this world, English law doesn't normally allow inheritance through females. Which excludes everyone. Since that's unacceptable, expectations are made.

The current thinking is that Charles is the closest male to Edward, through Edward's sister.

The Yorkist thinking is that Helen shouldn't inherit anything, Thomas Plantagenet, your great-uncle, is the line inheritance should pass through FIRST. Then since Thomas had no male heirs it falls through his daughter, Elizabeth, to Harold of York.

Both lines pass through females, but the Yorkist/Seymour branch goes first through a male descendant.

Following me so far?

By Yorkist logic, inheritance should be:

>Harold Elder
>Harold Younger
>Thomas Bennett (This is highly debatable, Elanor is about 16, her son conceived out of wedlock, though a wedding followed. A bastard essentially, plus he follows through a female)
>Henry
>Winston
>Will (you)
>John
>Stanley
>Daniel (also controversial for above reasons)


Thomas Bennet is a highly controversial inheritor for obvious reasons, likely would never be accepted as king.

Henry and his son Winston are supporters of Charles May which, to Yorkists, means they have to be disenfranchised or discredited however possible, if it comes down to it.

Then, it would fall to you.

>Who's Stanley married to, is she at the dinner?
Stanley is married to a woman named Elanor. She's a very low-level noble he met at university, a relation of a knight.

>>2114005
Thanks! Glad you're enjoying it, feel free to read along and provide input between sessions.

One bit of input I do have is that it might be more advantageous to augment our forces with armored cars rather than tanks, considering we don't have the industrial capacity to locally produce tanks it would be hard and expensive to keep them up and running as a private military force.

So, we have a port city, what manner of defense does it have?

Perhaps we should look into armored trains, considering the logistical advantages they provide.

>>2114077
>what manner of defense does it have?
In what way do you mean?

Bridgwater doesn't have any special sort of defenses, mines, forts, gun batteries, etc. Maybe a few machine gun posts for defense against French raiding parties, but otherwise it's a normal civilian port.

>>2114108
Well, might be something worth working on. At least putting up a garrison.

What is the naval situation among local powers?

>>2114158
>naval situation among local powers

There is no "Royal Navy", at least not as we know it. France and England both have powerful navies, but no one "rules the seas".

Spain and America are also contenders for powerful navies. Those four nations make up the top 4 regional powers. Germany trailing along with Scandinavia, Burgundy behind them, then places like Brittany, Ireland and Scotland.

England's navy is strangely, like its army, largely divided between various lords. This limits the number of "big gun" ships. There are a few in the employ of monarchs, but primarily its built on things like destroyers and sometimes cruisers in the hands of lower-level vassals.

Somerset fields a pitifully small merchant marine/patrol force. A single old frigate is the 'pride' of your navy.

In comparison, the Lord of Calais commands a small personal armada of freighters and escort craft.

Naval warfare isn't likely to play a large role in this civil war, though coastal raids and the like are possible. Navies are expensive and generally require subsidization from a central government.

tl;dr everyone has decentralized, weaker than historical navies. England and France have rough parity, America and Spain are similarly powerful.

>>2114168
>Scandinavia
Sorry if I missed it earlier but does that mean Scandinavia or Denmark + Norway with independent Sweden or something else?

>>2114181
>Scandinavia
Yep, the Kalmar Union. Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Iceland. It's large, but politically pretty weak.

>>2114239
I assume most other nations are similarly politically archaic and divided to England which is why none have managed to rise to prominence? Is Germany an actual nation, or more of a loose confederation of states like Prussia, Bavaria and so on so forth?

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Zeppelins when?

>>2114296
>I assume most other nations are similarly politically archaic and divided to England which is why none have managed to rise to prominence?
Precisely! It's medieval out there. Centralized power is virtually unheard of.

>Germany
Confederation is more accurate. In theory, they're all under the command of an Emperor. But. . . . in practice they're at each other's throats. The scourge of Protestantism is the latest excuse, but in many cases it's really just an excuse to hash out old differences.

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>>2114308
Zeppelins NOW my friend. Although you probably mean "Rigid Airships".

You took one across the Atlantic when you traveled to America, though you took a ship back.They're a pretty popular way to travel! A bit slow, but it's worth it for the view.

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The rich aromas of food fill the dining room, mingling with the lingering smell of Tobacco smoke as the Lords of Somerset file in, being guided to their seats by servants. The Barons are joined by their female accompaniment, as you are joined by Vivienne. Your sister Violet being the odd-woman out, she's sat with your brother John, also unmarried.

Once the guests have sat, you stand at the head of the table, holding up a wine glass. "Gentlemen, I want to begin by thanking each of you for taking time from your schedules to dine with your liege."

Heads bob in agreement around the table.

"You represent my best and most trusted allies, not company I take lightly. This speaks to the intelligence, honor, and discretion of each of you." You pause to survey the room. "And so, I propose a toast."

Glasses clink as they go up around the table.

"To the Lords of Somerset. Through you, anything is possible."

"To the Lords of Somerset," the toast is echoed and glasses downed.

You sip your own wine and sit back down. "Gentlemen, let's eat."

Soon the dining room is full of quiet conversation. You could make out tales of war exploits, sporting endeavors, financial woes, a few risqué stories of romantic conquests even. You know this dinner is really intended to be a council of war, but you had time to let your vassals indulge in the illusion of leisure. Ultimately though, you would have to reveal your hand at some point.


>Announce your intention to support York
>Make clear your concern with the Mays
>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement
>Write in

>>2114330
>>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement
Set it up casually like we're just shooting the shit

>>2114330
>Make clear your concern with the Mays
>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement

>>2114330
>>Make clear your concern with the Mays
>>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement

>>2114330
> Make clear your concern with the Mays
> Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement
> Announce your intention to support York
Ask for their input and consider it, but at the end of the day we're already committed to the Yorkist cause really.

>>2114330
>>Make clear your concern with the Mays
>>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement

>>2114330
>>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement
Let's not be too provocative

>>2114330
>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement

>>2114168
>Lord of Calais
Who's side is he on? And is Burgundy de jure in the Empire? Will they be fucked if the Emperor can impose his will.

>Ask vassals for their input on Harold's announcement

>>Make clear your concern with the Mays


>Writing

>>2114389
>Burgundy
Independent, but still torn between the two powers to either side. The Burgundians have established independence at no small cost in blood.

>Lord of Calais
That remains to be seen

You spear a small bit of roast beef with your fork, chewing it for a few minutes as you considered your words.

"Lord Sanford," you address the man sitting beside you.

"Sire?"

Around the table, ears prick up. It was a vassals duty to hang on the words of his liege. After all, even casual conversation could sometimes convey critical meaning.

"Did you have a chance to listen to Duke Harold's broadcast?"

Sanford nods, "I did, Sire."

"What are your thoughts?" you put another helping into your mouth to prevent and clarifying questions being asked.

"I rather enjoyed it," Sanford says, "I think York gave voice to the feelings of many in this nation."

"Indeed?"
Sanford nods, "You've been gone a while, so you haven't seen what they've done, your Grace. They treat with France as if we haven't been ejected from the Continent, they betray loyal followers of the crown."

"Lieutenant of Ireland," Lord Osbourne says.

"Quite right, the Lieutenancy of Ireland went, not to a man with experience in those sorts of matters, but-"

"To a May," you theorize.

"Quite," Sanford agrees.

You shake your head in staged disgust, your genuine reaction to the May's overreach having long since faded. "Despicable."

"I don't think it's Charles's fault, necessarily," Sanford continues, "Not with that wicker mother of his hovering over him."

"I feel as you, Lord Sanford," you repeat. "It seems I feel as many of you do."

"What's to be done, your Grace?" Osbourne asks. "Join Harold? Petition the King?"


>We will fight, if necessary, to remove Helen and restore Harold's demands
>We will join our voice to Harold's petition
>We'll have to wait and see
>Write in

>>2114437
>We will join our voice to Harold's petition
>I hope we can avoid a shooting affair, but should the time comes for action, I hope you will all stand with me.

>>2114437
>>We will join our voice to Harold's petition