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THE EUSTACIAN WARS

NOS GUERRES, NOS VIES, NOTRE DESTIN

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The year was 1807. Dark stormclouds gathered across the Aurelian continent, promising to burst and shower its citizens in a torrent of unyielding blood. Aurelia may have been at the corner of the world geographically, but its residents saw themselves as its center- proud, stoic, and innovative. It had already been host to all manner of events, including a full crusade, and not one but two great migrations. The continent had weathered a thousand storms. And yet, heralded by the modern age, there came another- one so promisingly devastating, one so divine in its terror, that even right before it all but those at the very top held their breath and prayed that it would not arrive. This is no cataclysm of God, this is no epidemic. These are the Eustacian Wars, a work of man himself, and I will recount them, battle by battle, step by step, the genius and folly of each great general and legislator as he left his stamp in the annals. The page will be covered in red ere we are done. But before we introduce a battle, we must introduce its battleground, those who are battling, and its background. The atmosphere in Aurelia through the nineteenth century was  unprecedentedly tense, but it was not as tense at any point as it was at this one. The forces that made up the continent had begun to finally, after centuries of co-existence, collide in the most spectacular fashion possible. Their colonial overlords having fallen to revolution, the Shffahkians had cast off their Europan chains- and set about with, in their eyes, a right ordained by God to dominate this backwards and heathen continent- to stretch from sea to sea, a glorious imperial sprawl. Their nascent republic had been a whirling inferno, unstable and plagued with infighting- executions, filibustering, and corruption. This had come to an end with the meteoric rise of a young general, Eustace Talante, who after a victorious showing in a campaign to reclaim Lunahasse from the loyalists had earned himself the support of his soldiers. Not wasting a moment, he had marched back to Port-Reel and proclaimed himself not General, not Viceroy, but Emperor, casting out the old government at gunpoint and having many of its radicals shot.

What he destroyed and desecrated in intellectualism, he made up for in stability, and after a quick reorganization of his country's administrative divisions and fundamental laws- changes that would persist to the present day- he organized himself for the long march south to the other coast. Unfortunately, in his view, there were other nations between himself and that great prize. Specifically, the ancient entente between two powers of Tagmatine descent- the Kirvinska and the Rihannsu- that was no pushover in its own right. His settlers' encroachments to the south had been met with reactions ranging from cold distaste to outright hostility, and now that it was a decision backed outright by the government, he was certain that it could lead to nothing but outright war. Still, for a few years, he gathered his munitions and men, deciding where it was best for him to travel and where it was best for him to begin his grand campaigns. But his opponents were not idle either. They did not rest in the face of such danger. Sensing in this Emperor's belligerent rhetoric the desperate search for a casus belli, the Kirvinska Grand Duke Constantine had set to shoring up his ancient defenses. His government partially paralyzed by rebellious magnates and a lack of funds in the treasury, his reign thus far had been hamstrung with difficulties. The military infrastructure on the borders had degraded, and so had the quality of the land army, being made up now of a pitiful lot of conscripts and robbers. In these few years before the war, he was granted critical moments to make changes that he thought- and were indeed- necessary and vital. The first of these sweeping changes was the transition of a lot of the Marines into a land army. The Kirvinska navy had always been the pride of the nation, owing to their origin and their overseas ambitions, and while they sprawled as a land empire their hearts always gazed outward to the ocean. This meant that these troops had been spared the budget cut, and so he was able to create a functional army in a fraction of the time that he would otherwise need. Another sweeping change was the revitalization of the border fortifications and the border guards, the Akralai. The Emperor Eustace, through his aggressive stance, had granted to Constantine the perceived threat he needed to curtail the power of his magnates and draw them into a much closer role serving him. With their money, he was able to bring spending up to normative levels once again, and prepare his soldiers for a protracted war. Whatever other historians may write, there were no misconceptions among higher leadership about the likelihood of this battle. It was expected, and planned for.

The Rihannsu, faced with their recent unification, were confronted as well with the problem of an extremely low core manpower and extremely low core discipline. While their men were brave and willing to fight, even to the death, they were not of the sort of quality that could carry on through Aurelia's harsh conditions without the promise of battle or glory. So they would have to be drilled. And yet, there was not time to drill them, at least not in the lengthy Kirvinska fashion. A School of Desperation, 'Fhilvanam', began to take hold among the Rihannsu generals. Corners were cut and men were prepared with only a small piece of the usual training, just the essentials. It was the greatest hope of Rihannsu High Command that they would be spared the most crushing blows, and as such would have more time to refine these troops into a genuine fighting force up to Europan or Argic standards, with the help of their ally, of course. All three made ready for war, shifting resources to the border area and sending increasingly threatening messages to the other side. There was, however, another player in the game. The Tárek, the indigenous people of the Aurelian continent, straddled lengthwise between the three increasingly menacing great powers. Their history was one of long tragedy, a slow and painful decline from all sides gnawing and clawing at them. First of all it had been their most noble foe, the Kirvinska tribesmen who had come overseas to leave their fates as clients to the Aromans. From them they had learned steelworking and ironworking, animal husbandry, and the art of constructing grand metropolises to house thousands upon thousands of citizens. But the battle against this foe had not been a winning one. A slow retreat over the course of hundreds of years drove not just the Tárek states, but the Tárek people, over the Batreasca to never return. Then came the foreigners. The Rihannsu, and in rapid succession the Lysians, the Limonaians, and the Derthalers. These foes had no scruples. They destroyed the greatest, glistening holdouts of the Tárek people, never to be rebuilt. This grave injury was remembered, and carried in every true tribesman's heart. In the middle as they were, they would have to choose a side before too long, or perish in the blaze.

I am Latevrán Harfevre, Right Hand of the Recordkeepers of Ceara. In this bright summer of 1876, as the Gods are my witnesses, I will tell this grim story from beginning to end.

"Si vis pacem, para bellum."

-  De Re Militari

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I: "A NEW WAR FOR A NEW ERA"

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Eustace paced irritably through the halls of his palace, a small gaggle of limp-wristed attendants shuffling behind him and attempting to keep back. He was annoyed, and made no secret of that fact. For years he had been planning, for years he had been preparing and gathering his resources, but not once, not once had he found a Marshal, a General, capable of matching his own skill in the field. If his subordinates were not equal to him, how could he possibly hope to win? How could he possibly hope to carry the day if the only smart man on the field was him? No, that was impossible. That would not result in victory. After all, there would be at least two fronts-- he would have to defeat the Rihannsu and the Kirvinska, though the former would fall in short order, he guessed. There were also the Limonaians and Rhodellians... if he let the war drag on for too long, the former would side with his enemies, that was for sure. Though they could not contribute directly, that navy, that damn navy... it would destroy the dream fleet that he had poured so much money into. The Rhodellians, though... they could be drawn onto his side, no matter the resupply that it would take. Derthalen's commonwealth was itching for some military action, no matter how far away it was. He could offer that, and money, more than those damn southerners ever could. He would win them over, and he knew it.

There was also the matter of that bastard Constantine. He knew what was coming. It was just Eustace's bad fortune that he had risen to power in an era of general competence, he mused, the fire in his veins building again. His agents had reported back to him on the enemy preparations- they were not shoddy, they were not ill-advised. Their armies were gathering. So he would have to strike far faster than he had intended- if he couldn't take the White Mountain, he couldn't take the rest of the country. Damn its geography. Damn it all. He would have his empire, from coast to coast. Freezing for a second, he whipped around. "You. Delacroix." A short middle-aged man, Delacroix was not sure if he was being addressed. A few beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. "Listen when your emperor speaks to you!" With those words, he almost whipped to attention, responding with a powerful "Yes, sir." Eustace took a few moments to regard the rest of his little following again, and waved them off. "You all will return later. You have still a role to play. But not right now, I'm busy." His attention swung back to Delacroix. "Look. I require a service of you. You will soon be departing for the Rhodellian court- I understand the journey is lengthy, but it must be done, so I do not want to hear anything out of you- and win their king over for our faction, immediately. The Southerners may be there already, twisting their minds against us. But the Derthalers bear no love for that Tagmatine trash. They will come to us in time. Do you understand your mission? Good? Good. Go."

Patting Delacroix on the back, he turned around again and began to step off, being left with his thoughts. Eustace was a man of many victories- he had already seen battle in the field, and come out victorious. That was why he was Emperor, and not some sergeant rotting in a border garrison for the Europans. He smirked a little as the memories of the past came back to him, shaking his head. When he arrived at the map room, he took several steps into it and located the grand table in its center, resplendent with an accurate map of the entirety of Aurelia. All would be his, in time, he thought. All would be his. He took several pieces from the small container at the side and laid them out, staring at their positions. The Tarek would be a problem, meddlesome people. They had not accepted Europan civilization-- they had chosen to remain barbarians, albeit advanced barbarians, due to those obnoxious Kirvinska. They were the only reason that they were even a problem. But he could twist them, too, against the South. IT has been centuries since they had stood south of the Batreasca, but the infinite development of that land compared to theirs... natives did not know how to sustain modern infrastructure. They would run that terrain into the ground if they had it. But they coveted it... they coveted it with all their hearts. So if he promised it to them, there was a chance that he could lure some ambitious chiefs to battle. And then, once they had taken enough bullets, he could take their cities as staging points and loot what was necessary to keep his men happy on the victorious return trip. A wonderful solution-- two birds with one stone. Eustace continued to shift the pieces around. He would not be able to get to the White Mountain before the second year of fighting, that was for certain, but he would have to take it as soon as he got there. If he didn't, the chances that he could sustain equal numbers with such a long distance to resupply was next to none. His expeditionary force would be overwhelmed. Unless, of course, the Rhodellians joined. Yes, yes. All rested on that. He would put his faith in Delacroix. The faith of victory.

"Si je veux ça, ça sera."

- Eustace I Talante de Génovève-Bouveron

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