A/N: Hello all, I am here with a new TL. Before this point I have done only 2 Roman TLs. I thought I'd change that. There are many potential divergencies I could have picked, but I decided to go with this one. This TL will be about the Peasant Revolt of 1381, when the people of England decided that enough was enough. It failed after a month in OTL, but what if things went differently? Anyways, I stop this preface and get on with the actual TL.
How Much Can a Man Take?
1381
The people were angry, furious even. They had put themselves to service for the Lords of England. Working back breaking labour for barely any money. Before, they had no choice but to accept what they had.
But then came the Black Death...
It had been horrific for the people of Europe, millions dead in just a few years. Those that were found to be diseased left to die, now being unsaveable. A third of Europe had been claimed by death's cold grip as a result of the Black Death.
But for those who managed to survive, it was a blessing in disguise. The people were once nothing but disposable tools for the nobility to use until broken. But after the Black Death, the peasantries lives were now suddenly valued, due to the shortage of workers.
But this freedom scared the nobility. The thought of the peasantry having any power over them was a sickening thought. So they had made every effort to force the peasantry "back into their place".
This angered the peasantry, they hated how they were being denied the rights they felt owed. But they kept it locked up, they feeling of resentment towards the nobility that had repressed them began to fester.
In January 1381, a soldier by the name of Roger Moors had returned home from France. He had been a veteran in the war against France. It was over his decade and a half of service in the lands of France to serve the crown of England that be had become disillusioned with that very crown. He questioned why they were even fighting anymore. England had been trying for almost half a century, with no end yet in sight. He questioned to himself "Hasn't England suffered enough?"
He felt as though his country was driving itself into the ground over a flimsy excuse, in a vain attempt at power that never belonged to them. By the end of this service, he has almost come to sympathise with his French opponents. After all, if it were him, he would have done the same. He would have picked up any weapon he could find and defend his home, defend it until the last drop of blood had left his body. If England was in danger, he would still happily fight in defense of the country. But as it was, he hated having to participate in a war he saw no reason to fight for.
He stroked his beard, scruffy and aged from the years of conflict. At the start of his service, he was a youthful, wide-eyed and idealistic man in the prime of his life. Now he was pushing fourty, age and slowed of the years of neverending conflict, and much wider for it.
He was seen as another pawn in the game of political intrigue, sent back home to England for the time, being to injured to fight effectively anymore in their minds. Left to live the rest of his life in obscurity. Little did they know, the ageing warrior had fight left in him, ready to show it when the right moment came.
That time came on the 30th May 1381, the day that bitterness and resentment that had been bottled up for decades finally burst. It had started with the Poll Tax, by then very unpopular with the people. It had tipped the people, but they were still waiting on the excuse they needed to move against the nobility. But it was that day that finally burst the lid. A local tax collector in Essex had become overzealous in his work, punishing those unable to pay.
This was one slight too many for the peasantry. The peasants began to resist. The spark had been lighted of the Peasant Revolt of 1381/82, an event that would led to irrevokable change in England. One that would set the stage for a new world order in the centuries to follow.
A/N: And that is all for now, i hoped you have enjoyed the start to this new series. I don't have a schedule to when these Chapters will come out. It'll be mostly when I feel like it, such as when I'm burnt out on writing my other TLs. Thank you all for reading, any feedback is much appreciated. See you next Chapter!
How Much Can a Man Take?
1381
The people were angry, furious even. They had put themselves to service for the Lords of England. Working back breaking labour for barely any money. Before, they had no choice but to accept what they had.
But then came the Black Death...
It had been horrific for the people of Europe, millions dead in just a few years. Those that were found to be diseased left to die, now being unsaveable. A third of Europe had been claimed by death's cold grip as a result of the Black Death.
But for those who managed to survive, it was a blessing in disguise. The people were once nothing but disposable tools for the nobility to use until broken. But after the Black Death, the peasantries lives were now suddenly valued, due to the shortage of workers.
But this freedom scared the nobility. The thought of the peasantry having any power over them was a sickening thought. So they had made every effort to force the peasantry "back into their place".
This angered the peasantry, they hated how they were being denied the rights they felt owed. But they kept it locked up, they feeling of resentment towards the nobility that had repressed them began to fester.
In January 1381, a soldier by the name of Roger Moors had returned home from France. He had been a veteran in the war against France. It was over his decade and a half of service in the lands of France to serve the crown of England that be had become disillusioned with that very crown. He questioned why they were even fighting anymore. England had been trying for almost half a century, with no end yet in sight. He questioned to himself "Hasn't England suffered enough?"
He felt as though his country was driving itself into the ground over a flimsy excuse, in a vain attempt at power that never belonged to them. By the end of this service, he has almost come to sympathise with his French opponents. After all, if it were him, he would have done the same. He would have picked up any weapon he could find and defend his home, defend it until the last drop of blood had left his body. If England was in danger, he would still happily fight in defense of the country. But as it was, he hated having to participate in a war he saw no reason to fight for.
He stroked his beard, scruffy and aged from the years of conflict. At the start of his service, he was a youthful, wide-eyed and idealistic man in the prime of his life. Now he was pushing fourty, age and slowed of the years of neverending conflict, and much wider for it.
He was seen as another pawn in the game of political intrigue, sent back home to England for the time, being to injured to fight effectively anymore in their minds. Left to live the rest of his life in obscurity. Little did they know, the ageing warrior had fight left in him, ready to show it when the right moment came.
That time came on the 30th May 1381, the day that bitterness and resentment that had been bottled up for decades finally burst. It had started with the Poll Tax, by then very unpopular with the people. It had tipped the people, but they were still waiting on the excuse they needed to move against the nobility. But it was that day that finally burst the lid. A local tax collector in Essex had become overzealous in his work, punishing those unable to pay.
This was one slight too many for the peasantry. The peasants began to resist. The spark had been lighted of the Peasant Revolt of 1381/82, an event that would led to irrevokable change in England. One that would set the stage for a new world order in the centuries to follow.
A/N: And that is all for now, i hoped you have enjoyed the start to this new series. I don't have a schedule to when these Chapters will come out. It'll be mostly when I feel like it, such as when I'm burnt out on writing my other TLs. Thank you all for reading, any feedback is much appreciated. See you next Chapter!