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Nouvelle-France King of France: King Henry IV of the House of Bourbon Head of Colonial Expedition: Samuel de Champlain / Henri I Prince of Conde Colonial Holdings: Quebec Religion: Catholic (Sorry for no rp, no access to computer and wanted to post for groups sake) Actions Population: 2,209 Food Supply: 1 Base + 2 Farmlands = 3 FS Ap per turn: 5 AP Base + 5 AP Market + 2AP Lodge +3 Ap Settlement(s) - 1 AP for ship upkeep + 1 from trade = 12 AP 36/60 AP spent on Market in Quebec A small freighters raised, sent to trade with Vinland (2AP) Scouts sent into northern Quebec and East Coast. Trading with Novgorod Acceptance of non-aggression pact with Novgorod

Application Nation: Salian Franks Religion: Frankish/Germanic Paganism Total population (Be accurate, i will fact check): N/A Backstory of your Leader/Country (I will do research on it, try to be accurate): Childeric I, son of the founder of the Merovingian dynasty Merovech, has been King of the Salian Franks since 458. Most of his early life entailed cooperating with Roman military to repel raids from the Huns and other raiding tribes and hordes, and then spending 8 years in exile in Thuringia for his debauchary.

Nouvelle-France King of France: King Henry IV of the House of Bourbon Head of Colonial Expedition: Samuel de Champlain Colonial Holdings: Quebec Religion: Catholic Quebec, Mid Autumn, 1601 Inside the trading lodge constructed north of the city a well aged gentleman standing in front of a fine desk in his private room, his attention focused on the stack of papers unceremoniously dumped upon his table. With a sigh he walked around the table and seated himself, staring at the paper with a look of contempt for a moment before taking the stack and straightening it out on the edge of his desk, a look of concern and worry growing on his face as he began reading the words of the first paper. What in God’s name are the Russians doing here, and furthermore can we even be sure of our safety with them so close? Setting the stack aside for a moment, he considered why he hadn’t been informed the minute the scouts returned with news, but he quickly shook his head lightly and grabbed the papers again. Of course he wasn’t informed, the others didn’t even want him here, let alone trust him, and in all honesty he felt the same way. No, his journey here had not been of his own volition, it was his cousin, the King of France himself who had sent him to this god forsaken land. It had been a punishment wrapped in the pretense of a gift, being sent as the King’s own representative in the New World, a title meaningless to his kinsman who cared more about trade and wealth then the state and honour. Such a dishonour was a slap in the face for a man of his prestige, especially after securing the throne for his cousin during the succession crisis after Henry III’s death. No, Henri, the Prince of Condé, was not punished for his disloyalty or betrayal, but for his faith. Being a Huguenot in France was not as bad as it had been under previous rulers of course, but Henri knew he still faced discrimination in the eyes of the catholic majority, assuming his downfall being plotted by groups of Catholic nobles influencing the King. Instead of being in his rightful place at the head of France’s army, he was wasting away far away, absentmindedly signing decrees and acts on behalf of the King to govern the new colony. Of course despite the facade of leadership, it was obvious from the beginning the true head of the expedition and colony was to be Samuel Champlain, a much more charismatic and younger man who had extensive knowledge of the lands they had set out for. But perhaps these Russians could change his luck, if he could petition the King for a force to be sent in the coming years he could seize their lands, showing his true worth and perhaps earning his way out of this hell hole. So with a lighter heart, the aged Henry de Bourbon set aside the papers to deal with them later, quickly setting to work on a formal letter to his cousin, asking for reinforcement of supplies and men in order to seize the wealth of the Russians. Actions Population: 2,102 Food Supply: 1 Base + 2 Farmlands = 3 FS Ap per turn: 5 AP Base + 5 AP Market + 2AP Lodge +3 Ap Settlement(s) - 2 AP for ship upkeep (1 extra to make up for missed last turn) = 10 AP 26/60 AP spent on Market in Quebec A small freighters raised, sent to trade with Novgorod (2AP) Scouts sent west further into Quebec and Northern Ontario, ships sent out from the St.Lawrence to explore the east coast. Petition for troops sent to France

Nouvelle-France King of France: King Henry IV of the House of Bourbon Head of Colonial Expedition: Samuel de Champlain Colonial Holdings: Quebec Religion: Catholic St. Lawrence River, Early Spring 1601 The Don-de-Dieu, at the head of a small fleet, slowly sailed down the rough waters of the St. Lawrence, the tide strong and pushing against them as they sailed further up the river. Her captain stood uneasily next to the ships helmsman, carefully scanning the land surrounding them on either bank of the river, hints of worry showing occasionally through his focus. After about two months of hard sailing across the great Atlantic ocean they had finally reached the lands he had set out for, a great relief as his gamble to brave the stormy winter weather of the sea had payed off. Of course the risk was necessary in his eyes, as if the colony would have any chance of surviving the coming year they would need to begin farming as soon as possible to prevent starvation. Though none of that mattered, he thought to himself, if he could not find the land he had laid his eyes on his previous journey the year before. Upon his previous trading trek under his uncle, he had spied upon a great hill along the western banks of the St. Lawrence, near an area where the land encroached upon the river and it narrowed. The river and hill had enticed him, as he had figured the hill would provide a perfect spot for a fort and the St. Lawrence provided a natural harbour for trade. The natives they had traded furs with that year had called the land “Kebec”, though he had never learned of it’s true meaning or origin. He sighed as he stepped to the railing of the ship, a great galleon he had brought to protect the fleet and fledging colony, and closed his eyes. He had promised all of his followers that these lands would bring them great riches through trade and a chance to free themselves of European politics, yet without his perfect spot how could ensure any of that? He shook his head quickly, dismissing the notion as soon as it came to him. Of course he would find the spot once more, it’s not as if the land had just disappeared in his months of absence. His men would just have to put up with a few extra days if sailing, what’s another week spent sailing after so many anyways? Yet lady luck appeared to be his side, for as he had returned to his helmsman to get the pace up, he had caught sight of the great hill he had dreamed of since he returned to France. Quickly he laid a hand upon his helmsman’s shoulder, pointing out the land and having him slow the ship to a standstill, the fleet of three behind them following suite. As the captain walked back to the railing once more a grin now beamed across his face, as he looked down not upon what was the empty lands they would soon settle but the soon to be prospering colony of Quebec that he had envisioned and dedicated his wealth to. He could already imagine the praise and riches he would receive from the French King, the name ‘Samuel Champlain’ becoming famous across all of France. Captain Samuel Champlain overseeing the establishment of Quebec, Late-Spring 1601 Quebec, Mid-Summer 1601 The previous months had been a whirlwind of activity as the very foundation of the colony had been established. Upon first landing upon the shore, crews of men began working upon establishing a port to direct the transfer of people and goods from the ships to the mainland while the remaining colonists began tilling the land and preparing to plant seeds brought from the homeland, the beginnings of farms on the southern edge of the colony. Once the port had finished and the ships aside from the galleon were able to properly dock the work crews were split between establishing a lodge for forestry and fur trade just north of the main landing and building permanent settlements, with extra hands being brought in from the fields as the hardest of the work was finished. By the time mid-summer had approached the colony had shown good progress with most dwellings complete, the farmlands in the south beginning to reach harvest, and even a small marketplace forming as people began to settle in. Of course for Samuel this was not enough, he had come to establish a centre of trade in the New World and Quebec was still a mere fledgling in comparison to what he intended. So, scouts were sent to the South following the St. Lawrence to hopefully make contact with natives willing to trade, and focus was put upon expanding the marketplace to deal with any trade and bring in more riches. Trading and foresting lodge established alongside the banks of the St.Lawrence, Spring 1601 Actions Population: 2,000 Food Supply: 1 Base + 2 Farmlands = 3 FS AP per turn: 5 AP Base + 5 AP Market + 2AP Lodge +3 AP Settlement(s) = 15 AP 15/60 AP spent on Market in Quebec Scouts send south along the St. Lawrence

Application Colony Name: New France (Canada) Nation of Origin: France Religion (Catholic, Protestant, or Othordox): Catholic Colony History: Following in the footsteps of Samuel Champlain, French Colonists establish trading outposts along the St. Lawerence River to trade with natives and begin sending the riches of furs back to France. Also tasked with the conversion of native allies and trading partners. Starting Location: (fill in a square & PM to either mod) Initial 200 AP investments: 1 Port Stack (50 AP), 1 Market Stack (60 AP), 1 Lodge (40 AP), 1 Farmlands (40 AP), 1 Galleon (10 AP) Unique Military Unit: French Musketeers Discord: Vexx#7082 Suggestions: Nope

The Kingdom of Lydia (Formerly known as Kingdom of Ionia) Ruler: Basileus Lykaios of the Nicator dynasty (Age 0) Regent: Basilis Philia of Cyprus (Age 22) Issue: None Capital: Pergamon Cities: Attalya Greek War Camp near Bari As the sun began to rise on the camp, the land itself was ominously peaceful, the only sound being the distant crashing of the waves nearby and the squeaking of crows flying over head. The camp itself was a horrific scene, tents left mangled and trampled upon the ground with only a few tents still left in a poor condition standing. On the eastern side of the camp closest to the coast much of the land is left burnt and scarred, smoldering piles of what used to be tents or supplies laying there from the night before. The smell of fire still lingering in the air, only second to the smell of rotting corpses. The corpses were strewn all across the camp. Some men were left dead with deep gashes and wounds all across their bodies, some others their throats slit in their sleep, with the dead only growing in number in the eastern reaches of the camp. Here the dead’s number was greatest, many men left with arrows still stuck within their bodies or impaled on the ends of pikes, a great number of them all burned and charred, a grotesque sight for any unfortunate enough to see. While the deaths varied from murders, to battle wounds, to flame, there was still one thing in common between all the men. They were Greeks. Macedonians. Byzantines, Athenians, Ionians, all of them kin and sons of Greece. All of them killed at the hands of their own kind, their own brothers. In the largest tent of the camp left standing, the bodies of Antiochos of Macedon, Judaeus of Athens, and Attalus of Ionia would lay. All men leaders and beacons of prosperity for Greece, dead at the hands of the Byzantine brothers. Some would come to say this was the greatest of all the Greek tragedies, as kin turned and slain each other in the name of foreign powers. Palace of Cyprus, The Kingdom of Ionia Basilis Philia sat upon the throne with a cold look on her face, any sign of emotion devoid from her gaze as she carefully watched the Persian envoy approaching the throne, observing him for a moment as he knelt, waiting for her acknowledgement. She frowned as she felt the clothed babe in her arms begin to stir, the child oddly quiet as she stood up carefully, making sure to keep a firm grasp on him and avoid upsetting him. Philia approached the envoy slowly, the man still knelt as she finally broke the tense silence, bluntly asking “What do you want.” as she stopped a few feet in front of him, shifting in spot as she held the babe close to her chest. The few guards within the room would stand there motionless, a few out of the Basilis’ view glancing at each other with looks of concern as she addressed the Persian. The man would then stand up, bowing his head and finally speaking “My Shah wishes to send his apologies for your husband you highness… he expressed great sorrow when he learned the manner of his death at the hands of the treacherous Byzantines.” The Basilis blinked, looking away from the envoy for the first time at the mention of Attalus’ death. Once he finished she merely scoffed, retorting that “The Shah cares not for my husband’s fall. Why are you here?” she’d once again demand, though now the seemingly cold act was betrayed by the hesitation in her voice. The Persian gulped, raising his head for the first time and looking at her directly “The Shah has taken careful watch of the situation in Greece, and has sent me to present an agreement that can benefit both our nation's… ensuring the Shah’s rise in influence in the West, and your Kingdom’s protection and flourishment under him.” he’d finish, a nervous twinge now in his voice. Philia quickly turned back to face him once more, now neither her cold exterior or hints of melancholy on her face but pure rage at the proposal. “So the Shah seeks to seize on the fragile state of Ionia and take our lands for his own, just as the Byzantines sought to half a decade before? The answer is still the same, Ionia will not surrender itself unto it’s enemies, we shall fight to our death if we must.” she’d finish, her voice nearly reaching a scream by the end of her rant. The envoy, quickly shaking his head and glancing at the guards around the room began to speak quickly, nearly stumbling over his words as he tried to explain “N-no your highness, our great Shah merely seeks to bring your people back under ou-our protection in return for your loyalty to him.”. He’d gulp as he finished, his rigid body relaxing a bit as the Basilis’ look of rage turned into a mixture of confusion and curiosity waving a hand as if to encourage him to continue. The Persian would take a deep breath, continuing to lay out the terms in a slower and calmer pace now “No tributes of wealth are required from your people, and the lands you hold shall remain yours as long as you remain a loyal satryp to the Shah. He merely asks you provide him with men in any wars he calls you to and consult him on any matters of foreign affairs. Furthermore he promises great rewards of wealth and land in return for your continued loyalty of course, as those who align themselves with the Shah share in his great wealth and prosperity.” As the envoy finished Philia merely bit her lip and closed her eyes, sitting there for a moment before opening them and looking down at the young Lykaios in her arms, nearly asleep once again. With a sigh she would begin pacing around the room, speaking to him once more “The Shah guarantees our safety and prosperity, yes? Will he come march her to fight the Byzantines, protect us before they strike at us once again?”. Nodding, he’d respond nearly gleefully “Of course he will, the Shah has expressed great concern over the Byzantines actions and has already begun to assemble an army to march here in order to protect Ionia… only if you accept of course” he’d add on the confidence with which he came into the court seemingly returned. Philia continued to pace in front of the throne, considering the man’s words for several minutes before abruptly stopping and snapping at one of the closest guards “Arrange a messenger to be sent back to Pergamon, I need the councillor Thales to begin mustering an army for the defense against any further Byzantine aggression and to deal with any envoys or messages sent for me.” She would turn back towards the messenger, himself now slightly curious about her actions “I accept your Shah’s generous offer, and in return we shall return to the Persian fold as Lydia once more…” she’d pause, looking down at Lykiaos once more before finishing “On the condition that we have an audience with him and spend some time negotiating the finer details. I would like to know this great ‘King of Kings’ if my son is to one day swear to him.” The Persian, now beaming, would nod eagerly “Of course, once I return to the capital we can surely arran-” he’d begin, before she interjection “Ah, now that will not work, I intend to return with you now… I wish to meet him as soon as possible, and see if this army can truly protect us if it even exists. If this cannot be accepted then I cannot swear to him on behalf of my son.” He frowned for a moment, considering the idea before nodding “I suppose that can be sufficient. Shall we leave in say, three days time? That should be enough for any preparations?” After affirming this with a nod a few other details were discussed, Philia soon after having a guard escort him to his chambers during his stay as she sat back down upon the throne, whispering to herself and Lykaios. Actions Population : 471,912 + 6% =500,226 Trade with Macedon, Athens, Persia, and Jerusalem Member of the League of Olythus 4 Base + 4 Capital +1 Pop + 1 City +4 Trade + 2 Business + 2 From Persia = 18 AP Recruitment of 500 Lydian Cav (6 AP), 1,000 Bowmen (2 AP), 1,000 Medium Infantry (4 AP), and 2,000 Pikemen (6 AP) in Pergamon Investing in business in Attalya (4/25 AP) Researching Galleys T2 (8/15) Denouncement of Byzantium Vassalage Sworn to Persia, title of Ionia destroyed and establishment of Kingdom of Lydia, with new assorted flags and heraldry

The Kingdom of Ionia Ruler: Basileus Attalus the Second of the Nicator dynasty (Age 24) Consort: Basilis Philia of Cyprus (Age 21) Issue: None Capital: Pergamon Cities: Attalya Attalus bit his lip as his councillors continued to debate and argue over the current situation, the Basileus remaining silent and seemingly unaware of the men bickering around him as he sat there in deep thought. News had just reached them of the of Macedon's march into northern Epirus, and while the invasion itself was no surprise or issue it brought about debates over the Kingdom’s own growth. With both their Macedonian and Byzantine allies conquering new lands, many within the Basileus’ court had come to the conclusion that Ionia must follow to avoid being overshadowed by its allies, yet none could agree on how. His advisors were split fairly in half, with one side advocating for peaceful expansion in the east with more focus being put on economic strength and the other side pushing for war in the West, most considering a war against Italy alongside the rest of the Olynthus League to claim part of Magna Graecia. A few were even mad enough to suggest the possibility of war with his Greek allies, stating that disunity among them would follow and in the chaos Hegemony could be achieved. Of course none of these options were acceptable, as none truly would show the power of Ionia. No, he had thought to himself as he raised a hand, his councillors beginning to quiet down with only a few of the most stubborn mummering to themselves. Attalus took a deep breath as the room finally went quiet, placing his palms on the edge of the tabe as he stood himself up and spoke. “While all of your opinions on the matter have been considered, I have come to the decision that none of them are the best for the advancement of our Kingdom.” he’d pause, frowning as he watched nearly all his councillors begin to grumble, waiting until they had quieted down again before speaking. “No, there is one clear option that we have all missed, one that would not only prove our strength but also bring pride back to our people. Of course we will need to thoroughly prepare to achieve this, and the investments we already have in progress will be key in all of this.” He’d pause once more, the men assembled still obviously frustrated and confused but seemingly more intent on listening. Attalus would continue on from there, more confident than before as he laid out the general plan including any preparations or agreements needing to be made. The meeting ended up lasting for several hours, with details being worked out among the council and the groundwork for the plan being set. By the time Attalus had dismissed them the sun had nearly already set, bright orange and pink colours dancing and twirling in the horizon past the royal palace. While much work was still required, and there would still be god knows how many more discussions and debates over it, at least a decision was made and a path to glory for Ionia was clear. He winced as he neared his chambers, hearing his wife stirring in the room, shattering any hopes he had of avoiding her wrath and enjoying a nice peaceful night. Surprisingly though, as he entered the room apologizing for missing their meal she merely sighed and stepped toward him, embracing her husband. He raised a brow, wondering what madness had come over his dearest to lead her to this, but his curiosity was not answer but only grew as she began to weep into his chest. Worried, he grabbed his normally stoic wife by her shoulders and pushed her away slightly frantically trying to search her eyes as she glared down at her feet. “What in God’s name has overcome you Philia? Are you sick? Have you gone mad? Please answer me my love… please” he’d plead in desperation, assuming the worst, but he was only met with an odd and seemingly out of place laughter, her face rising to meet his with a small smile strung across her face and a small shake of her head. “You misunderstand my dearest husband… I am finally with child” she’d say gleefully, moving to embrace him again as he stood there motionless and awestruck. Actions Population : 445.200 + 6% =471,912 5,000 men stationed in Pergamon Trade with Macedon, Athens, Byzantium, and Jerusalem Member of the League of Olythus 4 Base + 4 Capital + 1 City +4 Trade = 13 AP Investing in business in Pergamon (25/25 AP) Investing in business in Attalya (4/25 AP) Researching Galleys T2 (6/15) Signing the Treaty for the Defense of Magna Graceia

The Kingdom of Ionia Ruler: Basileus Attalus the Second of the Nicator dynasty (Age 23) Consort: Basilis Philia of Cyprus (Age 20) Issue: None Capital: Pergamon Cities: Attalya The young Basileus sighed as the quill dropped from his hand, slumping back in his seat envoy waiting in the doorframe of the grand room stepped forward and nervously grabbed the parchment Attalus had just finished signing. “I-is that everything your royal high- I mean your Grace?” he’d stutter, nodding and running off and out of the room as soon as his Basileus waved his hand dismissing him. The past year had been a whirlwind, beginning with the annexation of Cyprus and a feared Byzantine invasion, and now ending in a league of the Greek states with peace and prosperity for them all assured. Of course this had all taken a toll on Attalus, as this had been the first true challenge during his rule and he had strained himself trying to ensure the defense of his country and arranging diplomatic relations. He sighed once more, straightening himself once again in his seat and addressing the men assembled around the table “As you all know with the League of Olynthus now formed and our borders secure, I intend to raise the prestige and standing of Ionia to the same level of our new allies in Macedon and Byzantium. While we will always honour our alliance and trust they shall as well, we need to ensure that we can rely on our own forces to hold their ground and that we can support ourselves economically. It is only when we achieve this that we can claim equal status to them and be recognized by other states as such.” he’d wave a hand, trailing off as he glanced around the room to gauge his councillors reactions. “And so to achieve this, I intend on beginning to invest more resources into the local quarries and masons, as with the growth of our state will come more need for marble buildings and decorations, and furthermore the excess sent out to trade will bring more strength to our economy. Once we begin to see this growth in Pergamon, I intend to shift focus to Attalya, establishing a strong shipbuilding industry there that will also work to begin designing and building a navy to protect our coasts.” He’d bite his lip, glancing about the room before finishing “Which brings me to the last bit of business…” he’d turn to his steward, a finely dressed middle-aged gentleman with a balding head “Thales, I need you to summon the head of the Alchemist’s guild in the city, I have a request to ask of someone with his… expertise” he’d sigh once more. Having to rely on the alchemists wasn’t something Attalus was necessarily comfortable with, as they had a reputation about them for being shut-ins and many speculated they still practiced the ways of the Old Gods due to their craft. But, what he needed from them could provide Ionia with one of the greatest weapons they could ever know, and having it would ensure the Kingdom’s rise. After clarifying things with the rest of his councilors, he dismissed them and left, heading off to once again be scorned by his wife for his late running council meetings. Actions Population : 420,000 + 6% = 445,200 5,000 men stationed in Pergamon Trade with Macedon, Athens, Byzantium, and Jerusalem Joining the League of Olynthus 4 Base + 4 Capital + 1 City +4 Trade = 13 AP Investing in business in Pergamon (16/25 AP) Researching Galleys T2 (4/15)

The Kingdom of Ionia Ruler: Basileus Attalus the Second of the Nicator dynasty Consort: Basilis Philia of Cyprus Capital: Pergamon Cities: Attalya Attalus sighed with relief as he was the first to step off the board of his small transport ship and onto wooden planks of the boardwalk they had landed at not moments before. A small smile would appear on his face for a moment as he helped his newly wed wife off of the ship, taking her by the hand and walking a distance away from the ship as the rest of his retinue began to debark and unload the ship. He had been gone from the mainland for a two months now, having been in Cyprus to negotiate the territory’s integration into the Kingdom in return for protection from any eastern threats, with the final terms of the deal being sealed and celebrated with a marriage between him and Cyprus’ Basilis Philia. As successful as his mission to Cyprus was, he was eager to return to the mainland, as with these new lands and wealth came new problems for the young Basileus, ones which he intended to deal with swiftly. These problems only became more evident as he and his wife walked along the port of Attalya, the city they hand landed in. The poor condition of the port and meager ships within it only confirmed his worries that more investment was needed to establish a thriving port from which the riches of the Kingdom could flow through, and that a proper navy had to be established in order to protect the new holdings and trade ways. Of course, he figured he was in no position to do any of this with his own riches, and he discussed ideas of filling the royal coffers with his wife until a ship bearing Macedonian flags arrived, bearing an envoy on behalf of the Basileus of Macedon who proposed Attalus the answer he needed, trade. Once inviting the envoy to accompany them back to Pergamon in order to discuss the deal further, he called for his advisors and had them send similar agreements to Egypt, Jerusalem, and Italy, proposing trade deals beneficial for all of them. Once envoys were sent to the foreign lands, Attalus finally began his journey back to Pergamon, visions of grandeur for a proud and strong sea faring Ionia in his dreams. Of course, all of this changed upon his arrival in the capital and the Byzantine envoy waiting for an audience. At first Attalus thought nothing of it, making the man wait for a day as he rested from his long journey, assuming the man must be there for the same reasons as the Macedon for trade or perhaps even a non-aggression pact. But upon hearing the man’s message Attalyus began to worry, as all he intended to achieve would have to be put aside to deal with this obvious act of aggression. He quickly sent the Byzantine back to his lands, rejecting any notion of bowing to the power of his King and began conversing with the Macedonian envoy, sending him back with a request for a defensive alliance between the two knowing the Macedonians would beg to have any chance at striking their old rivals. Furthermore he put aside his project of improving navally and ordered his marshall to begin recruiting units of pikes to defend Ionia. Actions Population : 400,000 4 Base + 4 Capital + 1 City = 9 AP Raising two Pike units in Pergamon (6 AP) Investing in business in Pergamon (3/25 AP) 3,000 Medium Infantry stationed in Pergamon Researching Galleys T2 (2/15) Trade Agreements sent to Egypt, Italy, and Jerusalem, accepted with Macedon Defensive Alliance proposed with Macedon

Discord: Vexx#7082 Nation: Byzantium