After we completed our three day pass all of us returned to the dock our troopship was located at to pick up our personal gear and receive our assignments. Freddie, Karsten, Quinto and I were assigned to a Medical Unit would would be deployed towards the interior. All of the troops that had come on the ship were loading onto a convoy while the local Guard kept civilians at a distance. We were ordered to have all weapons ready and loaded for our trip by our officers and all of us starting the process of preparing. About three hours after arriving at the dock, the convoy started driving out of New Philly with the Guard escorting us out and clearing the traffic. Even then the Lincolnians on the sidewalks waved at us and wished us well, it felt like '46 all over again. After a while we approached the outskirts of the city and soon passed the last guard checkpoint. We were then ordered to test fire our weapons and to keep a sharp eye out for possible bandits. Even here in what was considered settled territory there were infee groups and papists that managed to infiltrate the countryside, reminding many of us of New Zion and Caanan during the Sootstorms. Despite this warning the trip was peaceful, we only stopped for fuel and water only and it was away from civilian settlements.

Since we were now away from possible eavesdropping we received our orders from the Sergeant Major that our unit were to be sent to a located to establish a surgical hospital near a firebase in a remote area of the country. Most of the casualties would be brought in by quadrotors, a tactic that was being developed during Climax. Our job was to patch up the wounded and prepare them to be sent back to New Philly for recovery. Mostly we would be working with the Volunteers, plus some of the Sweet Victory and Clan security personnel in country. Since the countryside had not been fully cleared out and was rough, we were to keep sidearms with us at all times. When we asked how long this work was going to last there was just a shrug from the Sergeant. Soon everyone started talking about their leave but I could understand the hesitation on the Sergeants voice. He was a veteran the same age as my father and a volunteer, the same as us. With the Loomies pushing from the east and the papists getting hit by Maddie there was now a scramble for Africa by every power that was available to claim more land. Then there were all the minor groups, the infees, the clans, the Church, who had their own ideas and the money and weapons to make it happen. No one would be sure who was a friend and who was a foe. All I knew what that it was better than New Zion, at least here there was no Black Bliss, no Peacekeepers and I doubted Philadelphia was going to waste them here. What was interesting to me was the older guys seemed happy to be out in the country and doing something. I figured it was better than sitting in a ship or working in an farm or factory back home.

As we travelled the roads became rougher and we were forced to slow down to avoid damaging the trucks. We still kept a watch and a few times a shot would ping off the side of one of the transports. We would return a few bursts from the coffee grinders but there was no further attacks. By the time the sun began to set our truck and two others pulled off the main road towards a clearing with several lights shining in the twilight. We approached a gate with two watchtowers and what looked like a trench dug around the camp wide enough for a landship. After the driver and Sergeant Major talked to the guards we were waved in. What I thought was going to be a small camp turned out to be a village with the hospital under construction. There was the sound of machinery and some music through the address system. As soon as the trucks stopped were ordered out and to start unloading the supplies we brought. Since many of us napped during the trip we were not tired. So for the next couple of hours we joined the troops there with setting up the facilities. It must have been 2300 when we finally were shown our barracks. We were now home, at least for the next couple of months.

-Back in the Army, Again
 
A German Star: Erik Fritz (25)

Somewhere in China
March 21th, 1952


Eric Fritz was standing in the middle of the road, waiting the arrival of the truck they had spotted a few minutes ago with his binoculars and hoping that his mad idea worked. Thanks to the difficult terrain and the winding road, the truck was quite slow, so Fritz and his group had had plenty of time to set up the ambush. If the information was right, the truck carried something that was too valuable even to think about it.

Hidden among the rocks, Mississipi Jones spat on the ground and shivered with anger.

-That truck is carrying French markings, and I think the drivers wear French uniforms!’

The ORRA men nodded.

-Probably from the French military mission. It seems that the Frenchies are allowed to have uniformed troops in Chinese territory. Nappie's arm is quite long, so it seems.

On top of a hill that overlook the road, James Pond observed through the scope of his sniper rifle Eric Fritz waving his hands walked a few steps towards the approaching truck, a Renault unless he was mistaken. That Fritzie had balls, he thought.

The Renault truck came to a halt in front of a waving Fritz, and the driver and another French soldier stepped out with a suspicious look on their faces and their guns in their hands. Before they could react, Fritz was on them, all smiles while grabbing the driver’s right hand and pumping it in effusive salute.

-So good to see you, my dear boys! Bonjour, bon baguette, vive la Tour Eiffel, la plume de ma tante! My car broke down somewhere down or up the road. Do you think you could take me along to the nearest city?

-Mais... qu'est que c'est que vous...

-Thank you, very kind of you! I'm sure you know me! I bet you have seen all my films, you lovely Frenchies! Où est le bordel le plus proche?

That was Jones’s cue. He landed behind the driver’s companion, who turned with a surprised face before a mighty kick in his groing ended his participation in the issue. Fritz also moved and his knee hit too the most sensible part of the French driver who, without a word and with his eyes rolling without control, made contact violently with the ground -head on- with a loud grunt.

Someone barked something in French. Eric whirled just in time to face the muzzle of two MAT sub-machineguns and two ugly French faces.

"Oh fuck... there goes the last of the Fritzs" -he thought.

A shot was heard in the mountains and one of the French soldiers fell with a bullet through his head, while the other was hit in the face by the bullet fired by Jones. As he fell, his dead finger pressed the trigger of his automatic weapon, making Jones and Fritz jump for cover behind the truck while bullets flew around them as Fritz cursed with all the strenght of his lungs, with all the noise covering the bursts of his farting ass.

Thankfully, everything was over a few seconds after. While Jones and the ORRA man checked the boxes inside the truck, he took a sip of water and saw Pond racing to him. All was fine and he thanked his luck. Now they could take the truck back Hong Kong, give it to the ORRA men waiting for them and the mission would be over. If only he knew what his chum Oswald had in mind...
 
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A German Star: Erik Fritz (26)

A Hidden Facility somewhere in Redemption.
June 10th, 1952


Eric raised the Moneymaker P46 pistol, aimed carefully at the man-shaped target at the other end of the range and pressed the trigger. The shot went nowhere near the target. "We are no longer in Kissimee", he thought while looking at the weapon as if he wondered what was wrong with the pistol. By his side, the bulky army officer that was in charge of his gunnery trainning was beginning to loose any hope about his recruit. Behind him Pond and Jones had a devilish smile on their faces.

-Isn’t there something a bit more.. like the guns of my movies? - he asked with a grin hidding his discomfort.

- Mmmmm... There might be something we can do for you. Wait a second.

The officer turned to one of his men, who vanished behind the weapons lockers at one end of the shooting range, were an assortment of weapons were stored. A few minutes later he came back with a large wooden box.

-Here you have it, Mr Fritz. Open it, please.

Eric complied. Inside the box was a large automatic weapon that looked as uncanny as fu... as a furry bear in the Sahara.

-This is a Browner C-1896 automatic. It isn’t an Army weapon and I have no idea how it ended here, but since you will be working unofficially... Caliber is 9.5 mm, but the ammo is more like a rifle than a pistol round; the bullet goes faster and hits harder. They say you can take out a bear with one shot from this baby. You can attach a stock to the handle, like this, and shoot it like it was a carbine. It can shoot full automatic fire, but it has only a 5-rounds magazine so be careful about it. Ah, another bonus; they have been license building Bronwer pistols in China since the 1920s or so, and they’re quite popular down there. You should have no trouble finding ammo and spare parts.

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The Browner C-1896.
Eric looked at the heavy weapon as if he was in love for the first time. Raising the Browner, he placed the stock to his chin and held his left hand under the barrel. Again, he aimed carefully and easily placed a shot in the centre of the target.

-Bullseye! - he grinned.

Fritz then set the gun to full automatic.

-Careful! - shouted the officer- The kick is...!

Fritz lowered the gun, aiming below the target, pressed the trigger and held it down. The gun bucked like a wild animal and a gout of flame half a meter long projected from the muzzle. The target dummy ended with a huge whole where his stomach used to be.

-That guy there is dead, and there's nothing else that I need to say about it - Fritz said with a huge perverse grin. Pond and Jones looked at him with big, open eyes.
 
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I'm back, everyone! Chapter 2 of 'Of Geass and Madness' is finally finished. The madness (and Pizza Hut) is getting ever closer in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

OF GEASS AND MADNESS

CHAPTER TWO
Per Ignem Oritur Novus Camelotus


“July 4, 1776, Washington’s Rebellion, everyone loves to impress upon the world how significant that year was for us Britannians. Frankly, our ancestors had it coming. The old Britannia, having neglected its inner Pinnacle strength given to it by Jehovah Almighty, tried to do through degenerate backroom dealings what they could not achieve through the divine right of conquest.

As a result, the apostate nation that was the Old United States was able to achieve its independence, albeit a short-lived one. It was the first thing to expose just how unholy and rotten the Britannia of old had become. The second thing involved the enormous infighting that destroyed any sense of cohesion in the Imperial Navy. Patriot-Knight Nelson's death at Cape Trafalgar had proven to be one of the worst things that had ever befallen the empire.

As a result, Napoleon Bonaparte, the satanic, papist Corsican ogre, jumped eagerly when the opportunity presented itself. The Humiliation of Edinburgh was Britannia's second deserved defeat. Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of the Emperor-Prophet Ricardo and our ever-strong Pinnacle fluids, we are now made of sterner stuff and have learned quite well from our past failures. After all, as the Emperor-Prophet himself once said, ‘a Britannian always pays his debts.’"

- Emperor Joseph “Joe Steele” li Britannia I, 95th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, 1926


- TROUBLE IN BRITANNIA -
The aftermath of Britannia's defeat in the American Revolution instigated substantial financial consequences for the empire and thus required decisive action. However, Henry X was already grappling with the inescapable march of age, illness, and even a possible state of senility, rendering him inert in responding to the empire's predicament. Consequently, the focus of real power gradually shifted to his eldest daughter, Princess Elizabeth ro Britannia. In the late 1780s, as her father's health deteriorated, Elizabeth evolved from a young princess known for her purportedly voracious sexual appetite into an intelligent political operative, ably supported by her protege and confidant, Ricardo de Bretan. With her father's demise on January 31st, 1788, the prospect of Elizabeth ascending to the throne loomed large.

However, the Council, the Imperial Court, and much of the higher nobility orchestrated a collective effort to thwart Elizabeth's accession to the throne. Instead, her uncle, Prince Charles el Britannia, was proclaimed the new emperor, becoming Emperor Charles III. Although the official reasoning behind this decision remained a mystery, rumors circulated that the court wanted to distance Ricardo, reputedly an insane religious zealot even by the standards of the time, as far as possible from the throne. Indeed, Ricardo would play a vital role in both Britannian and world history in the years to come and is something that will be focused on later. As for Elizabeth, she surprisingly exhibited an air of indifference, possibly biding her time to allow her uncle to discredit himself before making her strategic move. If so, then she would not have to wait long.

At the age of fifty-eight, Charles III, while considered somewhat advanced in years, possessed the virtues of being inoffensive, respectable, and reasonably sound of mind. Despite baseless rumors of homosexuality stemming from his celibate lifestyle, Charles acquiesced to marriage with one Mary Ashford in 1790, resulting in the birth of a son, Prince Arthur, in 1792. Nonetheless, Charles's reign signaled the commencement of the decline of what historians would later term the "Second Britannian Empire”.

The ominous clouds of impending turmoil began to gather in 1789 when the French Revolution erupted, toppling King Louis XVI, and culminating in his execution in January 1793. Britannia's response to these events was predominantly apathetic, as the empire was grappling with financial woes exacerbated by the American Revolution. By the time Charles ascended to the throne, these financial predicaments had translated into surging unemployment and sporadic food shortages. Faced with limited alternatives, Charles's government opted for a brief, triumphant war. They would not have to make the first move, as Revolutionary France conveniently declared war on Britannia in February 1793.

The Britannian involvement in the War of the First Coalition was a mixed affair. The once formidable Imperial Army had been enfeebled by a decade of neglect and complacency, evident in the poorly organized and supplied Britannian contingent during the Flanders Campaign from 1792 to 1795. Regiments, still under the control of their colonels, vehemently resisted any external interference, be it in matters of training, supply, or discipline. While Britannian troops exhibited prowess in small-scale conventional actions, their vulnerability surfaced in larger engagements and encounters with sizable French light troops. In stark contrast, the Imperial Navy excelled due to a culture of compulsory technical training and merit-based promotions.

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The Battle of Famars, one of several battles fought during the Flanders Campaign of the War of the First Coalition
A concatenation of military setbacks, coupled with the economic strains imposed by the wider conflict and Henry's pre-war policies served to radicalize an already restless populace, and tensions soon increased. The culmination of said tensions occurred on July 14th, 1796, when a faction of pro-French intellectuals and journalists openly celebrated Bastille Day. This celebration catalyzed a sequence of both pro and anti-French demonstrations and riots. Some of the pro-French and revolutionary groups were suspected to have received influence and assistance from French agents. Cornered in Windsor Castle with the seemingly incapacitated Emperor Charles, his councilors deployed the Imperial Guard to restore order, but the effort proved futile. When the order to open fire was issued, certain units complied while others defied, adding to the chaos. It looked as if the Britannian monarchy would succumb to a fate akin to its French counterpart.

- THE EMPRESS’S FOLLY -
But it was not to be, for the monarchy's salvation came in the form of Elizabeth, whose hand was finally forced. With the collaboration of sympathetic insiders, Elizabeth, accompanied by a cohort including Ricardo and his jokingly named group the "Knights of the Round," successfully seized Windsor Castle, apprehending key government officials and courtiers, including the emperor. Encountering Charles in a seemingly unresponsive state, Elizabeth asserted herself as Regent, directing the Imperial Guards to withdraw. The subsequent morning saw her issuing a formal proclamation, assigning blame for the violence to several of her uncle's closest supporters and pledging reform. Temporarily, at least, the crisis was averted.

It was at this point that Elizabeth arguably committed her gravest error. Secure in her position, she proceeded to declare her uncle's ascension to the throne illegal, exploiting his perceived incapacity (and likely senility) to orchestrate his formal deposition by Parliament. Parliament, in turn, bestowed upon her the crown, resulting in her being enthroned as Empress Elizabeth III. While her supporters, the London populace, and the merchant classes welcomed this development, the high aristocracy and a substantial faction viewed the move as both illegal and treasonous, further deepening the schism within the realm.

And things would only grow increasingly dire. In January 1799, French General Napoleon Bonaparte staged a coup against the Directory, assuming the title of First Consul. Despite the historical recognition of this moment as the founding of the European Union, Elizabeth III, and her contemporaries portrayed Napoleon as a tyrant. Over the next seven years, Elizabeth fiercely opposed Napoleonic France, but her efforts proved ultimately futile. Elizabeth's coup against her uncle's government, her subsequent ascension (usurpation to some) to the throne, and Britannia's struggles in the Napoleonic Wars eventually proved too much for the empire to handle.

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Napoleon Bonaparte, First Consul of the French Republic and founding father of the European Union

- THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR AND THE FRENCH INVASION OF BRITANNIA -
On October 21, 1805, a Britannian fleet commanded by Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson faced a combined French and Spanish fleet near Cape Trafalgar. Nelson, a celebrated and beloved commander, fell victim to the same aristocratic infighting that would later afflict Empress Elizabeth. The circumstances surrounding his death remain unclear, but multiple accounts indicate that several warships attempted to leave Nelson's battle lines at a critical moment. Speculations range from a deliberate conspiracy against Nelson to self-preservation motives. Despite the debatable outcome of the battle in terms of losses, Nelson's tragic death marked a French victory, triggering public grief that swiftly turned to anger when rumors spread that Nelson had been betrayed.

The rumors were only strengthened when a Britannian warship, HMS Cadmus, returned to Portsmouth with most of its officers missing. The surviving officers and crew claimed that the captain and senior officers had withdrawn Cadmus from the battle line contrary to Nelson's orders and that several other ships had done likewise. The Admiralty declared their accusations false and arrested the surviving officers and several members of the crew on charges of mutiny and murder, finding them all guilty. The backlash against the mutineers’ arrest was immense, forcing Elizabeth to intervene, and personally oversee the acquittal of the accused mutineers, and initiating an investigation that resulted in the arrest of hundreds of officers. This, in turn, caused the resignation of numerous outraged officers in protest, crippling the Imperial Navy at a crucial juncture.

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The Battle of Trafalgar

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Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson, 1st Viscount Nelson, 1st Duke of Bronte (he would posthumously be given the title of “Patriot-Knight” by Richard V in 1815)
However, the situation took a turn for the worse. In June of 1807, Napoleon initiated his long-anticipated invasion of the British Isles, which had been delayed by Prussia's unexpected declaration of war earlier that year. Napoleon's focus on Eastern affairs allowed Admiral Pierre Villeneuve, victor of Trafalgar, and Emmanuel de Grouchy, accompanied by Rafael del Riego commanding a substantial Spanish contingent, to lead the invasion. Initial landings occurred along the Kent coast, met with fierce resistance from coastal fortifications. Dover found itself under siege within two days, and additional troops landed at smaller ports.

Elizabeth activated her defense plans, instructing troops to assemble in major cities and towns. However, the response from southeastern nobles was hesitant. Some dismissed the warnings as an invasion scare, while others suspected Elizabeth of using the situation to seize their estates and impose martial law. This distrust led many to refuse cooperation, even diverting militia or regular army units to protect their estates or form local self-defense leagues. Unfortunately, these leagues quickly succumbed to Napoleon's forces, and within a week of the initial landings, London faced an imminent threat.

Forced to abandon London, Elizabeth, accompanied by her government, the Imperial Guard, and the treasury's gold reserves, sought refuge in Cambridge. Here, she oversaw the city's fortification and organized the raising of fresh troops. News of the failed self-defense leagues prompted nobles and commoners alike to rally behind their Empress. As French and Spanish troops advanced, Britannian forces and militia retreated north and west, gathering in strategic locations.

Recognizing Britannia's potential to mobilize significant forces against him, and unsure of the Spanish and other allied troops under his command, Grouchy adopted a cautious approach. His allied troops focused on creating a defensible zone in the southeast, securing ports and cities, and preparing for potential Britannian counterattacks. Despite this, Grouchy deployed a 30,000-strong army to capture Cambridge and eliminate Elizabeth. However, a Britannian army under the command of Sir Arthur Wellesley halted its advance near Great Chesterford.

Elizabeth, bolstered by this victory, embarked on a tour of inspection, overseeing the fortification of cities and towns while organizing troops and supplies. Learning of Napoleon's dissatisfaction with his cautious strategy, Grouchy shifted focus westward, aiming to secure a major victory before Napoleon concluded his Eastern affairs. Grouchy succeeded in catching and destroying Elizabeth's Army of the West near the town of Andover. This allowed him to swing south, capturing Southampton and besieging the more formidable defenses of Portsmouth, which eventually fell on July 28th.

Napoleon arrived in London on August 10th, receiving an enthusiastic welcome from pro-French Britannians. Although impressed, he assumed overall command, directing Grouchy to push west while launching a full-scale offensive north. This forced the defending armies, led by Sir Arthur Wellesley, Lord Lewis de Bourgh, and Sir David Baird, to withdraw. Britannian Volunteer units slowed Napoleon's advance with guerrilla attacks as the three armies fortified positions along the Trent River. However, Napoleon planned a three-pronged attack on Nottingham, Derby, and Newark-on-Trent.

The attack commenced on August 26th, with Napoleon, once again unpredictable, taking command of the eastern column supposedly targeting Newark-on-Trent. He turned north, marching on Lincoln, defended only by militia. Despite a valiant defense, Lincoln fell within a day. Napoleon then headed north towards Gainsborough, aiming to cross the Trent and outflank the main Britannian armies. Wellesley, anticipating Napoleon's intentions, rushed his army north to Gainsborough, pleading with De Bourgh and Baird for support. Baird, holding his position at Nottingham, and De Bourgh's delayed reaction forced Wellesley to delay Napoleon's vanguard at Gainsborough before superior numbers compelled a withdrawal to Doncaster.

The situation remained dire, but not insurmountable. Napoleon reached the limit of his supply lines, while additional Britannian troops gathered around York. Wellesley planned to fortify Doncaster, either repelling Napoleon's advance or launching a forceful counterattack once sufficient troops arrived. However, this plan was thwarted by De Bourgh and a group of high nobles. Angry at having to abandon their estates on Elizabeth's orders, they compelled Wellesley to support a retaliatory strike. The armies clashed at Bawtry along the River Idle on September 2nd, destroying the 80,000-strong Britannian army. Wellesley narrowly avoided capture and gathered what remained of his army, fleeing into far northern Britannia.

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Sir Arthur Wellesley leads 80,000 Britannian troops in the disastrous Battle of Bawtry

- THE HUMILIATION OF EDINBURGH AND THE DEATH OF THE SECOND BRITANNIAN EMPIRE -
Simultaneously, Edinburgh faced its disaster. Elizabeth, trapped in Edinburgh Castle as law and order crumbled, had left her Foot Guards in Newcastle to form a new Army of the North and reassure citizens of her commitment to fight. However, she discovered that Edinburgh was poorly administered, grappling with a shortage of food, and facing chaotic military logistics. As her arrival became known, citizens gathered outside the castle, seeking bread and relief from poverty. Initially peaceful, the situation escalated when one of the local political clubs, now styling itself the Britannian Revolutionary Council, began stirring unrest among the crowds.

Efforts by authorities to pacify the situation were met with resistance from the revolutionaries, who unleashed a mix of criminals, impoverished weavers, displaced highlanders, and other societal outcasts they had clandestinely introduced into the city over weeks. Edinburgh descended into turmoil, and Elizabeth found herself besieged in the castle, with limited supplies for only a few days and no means to seek assistance. Employing a bluff, the revolutionaries sought to convince the desperate Empress that they had control of the city. They warned that unless she yielded to their demands, which were Elizabeth's abdication and peace with France, they would either storm the castle or abandon its occupants to starvation. Trapped and exhausted, Elizabeth succumbed, signing both the abdication and an order for all troops to lay down their arms on September 14th, 1807, in what would come to be known as the Humiliation of Edinburgh.

Emboldened by their unexpected victory, the revolutionaries sought to establish a revolutionary government quickly. However, their focus on exterminating the Imperial Family faced mixed success. While Elizabeth's siblings and relatives, including Empress Dowager Mary and Prince Arthur, were hunted down, and slaughtered, many nobles managed to flee the Isles to North America, preserving their wealth. Although this would lead to Britannia's post-Edinburgh preservation and eventual resurgence as a great power, it ultimately condemned the world of the future to a terrible, terrible fate.

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Edinburgh Castle, location of the Humiliation of Edinburgh
Meanwhile, public dismay, widespread desire for reform, and Napoleon's ruthless actions turned sentiment against the revolutionaries. As French forces advanced, Admiral Collingwood stayed behind to defend Newcastle, costing him his life. By late August 1807, Napoleon's army approached Edinburgh, achieving in a month what would have taken months or years against organized resistance.

Despite the chaos, Britannia found a glimmer of hope in Ricardo and his Round Table Knights. Responding to the events in Edinburgh, Ricardo led a mission to infiltrate the castle, rescuing Elizabeth and the other prisoners. Escaping to Dundee, Elizabeth initially wanted to fight from Ireland, but Ricardo urged an immediate Atlantic crossing. Strengthened by news of the collapsed Irish government, Elizabeth and her followers boarded the warship HMS Aeneas, sailing north to rejoin Wellesley, who now led what remained of the Imperial Army and Navy. Elizabeth then ordered the journey to Britannian North America (i.e., Canada); for her and most of those with her, it was the last they would ever see of the British Isles.

The Second Britannian Empire, which had been inaugurated in 1690 with the coronation of Richard IV, was dead and gone. Scars were left on those Britannians who fled to Canada, scars that would only deepen as time passed, scars that would be passed on to their descendants. Indeed, the fall of the Second Britannian Empire at the hands of France and its allies is considered by many to be the beginning of the so-called “Dark Era”. True horror would result from Napoleon’s invasion and conquest of the British Isles… horror beyond his wildest imagination.

As for the First Consul himself, Napoleon witnessed Britannia's violent disintegration with disbelief. Much of the ruling elite had fled, leaving chaos in its wake. Revolutionary mobs and deserting soldiers ran rampant, while factions formed among the citizenry – some supporting the French and revolution, others vehemently opposing them. Law and order crumbled, and society itself began to break down. Recognizing his unique position to restore order, a deputation of surviving notables, including nobles, gentry, civic leaders, bishops, and military officers, led by Robert Jenkinson, 2nd Earl of Liverpool, approached Napoleon in September 1807. Seeing Jenkinson as a potential leader for the newly proclaimed State of Britain, Napoleon persuaded him to accept the title of Governor. Jenkinson's position would be subject to a democratic election at the earliest opportunity. Leaving just enough troops to assist the Governor and his new government in restoring order, Napoleon returned to France, leaving a traumatized Britain in a precarious peace.

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Robert Jenkinson, the first Governor of the State of Britain

- THE BIRTH OF THE THIRD BRITANNIAN EMPIRE -
Although the Second Britannian Empire had collapsed, Britannia as a nation was far from defeated. Operating from her new provisional capital in Quebec City, Elizabeth actively worked to preserve the Holy Britannian Empire, now comprising only Canada, using any means necessary. However, numerous challenges emerged. Elizabeth commanded approximately 50,000 regular troops, predominantly consisting of poorly trained raw recruits due to the transfer of better units to the British Isles years earlier. Additionally, she could muster around 25,000 militia with varying capabilities, ranging from battle-hardened colonial dragoons to generally subpar infantry battalions.

Elizabeth and her associates were not the sole exiles to Canada; a continuous stream of loyalists and other refugees sought refuge in the aftermath of the Humiliation of Edinburgh. These refugees, predominantly nobles, included those who fled with minimal belongings initially and later waves of embittered emigrants who brought their properties after 1810. Ricardo swiftly established himself as Elizabeth’s Chancellor and chief advisor, leveraging local connections and resources to establish a functional government. The new administration comprised Ricardo's supporters, a blend of Britannian nobles and local dignitaries he had cultivated relationships with over the years.

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Quebec City, the provisional capital of the Holy Britannian Empire
On October 18th, 1811, the ailing Empress Elizabeth III, surrounded by her senior courtiers, passed away. Her death marked the end of the Tudor Dynasty, as she had designated Ricardo as her successor before her demise, surprising her blood relatives in attendance. The declaration sent shockwaves through the court and Britannian Canada, particularly because Ricardo, though widely respected for his effective administration and chancellorship during Elizabeth's illness, was not universally beloved. His stern demeanor, strict governance, darker inclinations, and well-known religious fanaticism contributed to this sentiment. Furthermore, his appointment to the throne over Elizabeth's surviving blood relatives raised the specter of a potential civil war, as it defied tradition and practice. Nevertheless, it became evident that Ricardo would ascend as Emperor, supported by most of the army and his court faction. Within days, he effectively seized control, unleashing violence that would persist for months.

While expectations were that Ricardo would strategize to reclaim the British Isles from the French, he had different intentions. On November 11th, through a series of pamphlets titled Per Ignem Oritur Novus Camelotus (Latin for "Through Fire, the New Camelot Arises"), Ricardo outlined his vision for a magnificent new Britannia destined to endure for a thousand generations. He enticed nobles and commoners alike with promises of untold riches and the restoration of an empire transformed into a glorious New Camelot spanning the hemisphere – a harmonious unity for all of God's Chosen Betters. Ricardo supplemented this with nationalistic propaganda, legitimizing his ascension. He promoted the tales of the Celtic warlord Alwyn and Emperor Arthur as the first true defenders of the British Isles. Ricardo also asserted that the Humiliation of Edinburgh was a divine signal to start anew in the New World, away from the corrupted Old World dominated by Napoleon and his perceived satanic, inferior hordes of papists and deists. This proclamation, known as the Ricardian Proclamation, marked November 11th, 1811, as Rebirth Day and is considered the inception of the Third Britannian Empire.

In the aftermath of the proclamation, nobles came together to offer treasure and sword to the cause, while ordinary Britannians flocked to donate what little money they had, or to swell Britannia's armies. Not everyone accepted this, however. Though some unrest did occur throughout many towns and cities via supporters of the remaining Tudors, it was relatively minor and nothing local authorities could handle. The real backlash came from other court factions, generally centered around Elizabeth's surviving relatives. Though there was no Imperial Guard at this stage, Ricardo had several knightly orders at his disposal; chief among them the Knights of the Round Table. Led by Sir Richard Hector, these knights moved swiftly against Ricardo's enemies, killing dozens in a single night. Those of Elizabeth's relations not killed were forced to flee, some of them all the way back to the British Isles. As a result, the empire was completely pacified by early December.

On Christmas Day 1811, Ricardo’s coronation inside the Notre-Dame de Québec Cathedral (later renamed to the Imperial Fundamentalist Christian Church of Keybeck as part of a national process to de-papify the empire) commenced. With the coronation anthem ‘Zadok the Priest’ being performed by an accompanying choir and orchestra, Ricardo entered the cathedral in a grand procession, and was bestowed the imperial name Richard van Britannia. As soon as he was crowned Emperor Richard V, the orchestra played a new anthem said to have been written by the new emperor himself in the months before the coronation. It was titled ‘All Hail Britannia’, and the choir began to sing the following lyrics:

Truth and hope in our Fatherland,
And death to every foe!
Our soldiers shall not pause to rest,
We vow our loyalty!

Old traditions they will abide,
Arise young heroes!
Our past inspires noble deeds,
All Hail Britannia!

Immortal beacon shows the way,
Step forth and seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds,
Hail Britannia!

Our Emperor stands astride this world,
He’ll vanquish every foe!
His truth and justice shine so bright,
All hail his brilliant light!

Never will he be overthrown,
Like mountains and sea!
His bloodline immortal and pure,
All Hail Britannia!

So let his wisdom guide our way,
Go forth and seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds,

Hail Britannia!

With the Bretan Dynasty underway, a new phase of Britannian history began. Emperor Richard’s first act was to have a new constitution written up. The Carta Ricardia (“Ricardian Charter” in Latin), as it came to be known, stated that the armed forces were loyal and answerable only to the emperor and that an Imperial Senate consisting of a non-elected House of Lords and an elected House of Commons (both led by a Chancellor) would be established. Local legislatures also consisting of elected officials were set up to oversee parts of the empire. However, only the landowning wealthy elite was given voting rights. Richard also had the Union Jack, the flag of Britannia, replaced with a new one titled “The Lion and Serpent”. The new flag was a mixed fusion of the St. George's Cross and the Union Jack. It also bore a unique coat of arms consisting of a lion, which represented the emperor, and a serpent, which represented death and rebirth.


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The Lion and Serpent, the current flag of the Holy Britannian Empire

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The Imperial Fundamentalist Christian Church of Keybeck in the present day
Quebec City, meanwhile, remained the capital of Britannia, but it was obvious to those close to Richard that he had no intention of staying in that city. In February of 1812, Emperor Richard summoned his advisors before laying out his intentions for the empire; a program of imperial expansion that would bring all North America under Britannian rule. His main target: the United States of America, or more specifically, its successor states in the Republican Union of America, the Green Mountain Republic of Vermont, the Chesapeake Republic of Maryland, the Republic of Virginia, the Confederation of the Carolinas, and the Republic of Georgia. When asked why he wanted to target the American nations for war, Richard was said to have uttered the following:

“A Britannian always pays his debts.”

 
I'm back, everyone! Chapter 2 of 'Of Geass and Madness' is finally finished. The madness (and Pizza Hut) is getting ever closer in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

OF GEASS AND MADNESS

CHAPTER TWO
Per Ignem Oritur Novus Camelotus


“July 4, 1776, Washington’s Rebellion, everyone loves to impress upon the world how significant that year was for us Britannians. Frankly, our ancestors had it coming. The old Britannia, having neglected its inner Pinnacle strength given to it by Jehovah Almighty, tried to do through degenerate backroom dealings what they could not achieve through the divine right of conquest.

As a result, the apostate nation that was the Old United States was able to achieve its independence, albeit a short-lived one. It was the first thing to expose just how unholy and rotten the Britannia of old had become. The second thing involved the enormous infighting that destroyed any sense of cohesion in the Imperial Navy. Patriot-Knight Nelson's death at Cape Trafalgar had proven to be one of the worst things that had ever befallen the empire.

As a result, Napoleon Bonaparte, the satanic, papist Corsican ogre, jumped eagerly when the opportunity presented itself. The Humiliation of Edinburgh was Britannia's second deserved defeat. Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of the Emperor-Prophet Ricardo and our ever-strong Pinnacle fluids, we are now made of sterner stuff and have learned quite well from our past failures. After all, as the Emperor-Prophet himself once said, ‘a Britannian always pays his debts.’"

- Emperor Joseph “Joe Steele” li Britannia I, 95th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, 1926

- TROUBLE IN BRITANNIA -
The aftermath of Britannia's defeat in the American Revolution instigated substantial financial consequences for the empire and thus required decisive action. However, Henry X was already grappling with the inescapable march of age, illness, and even a possible state of senility, rendering him inert in responding to the empire's predicament. Consequently, the focus of real power gradually shifted to his eldest daughter, Princess Elizabeth ro Britannia. In the late 1780s, as her father's health deteriorated, Elizabeth evolved from a young princess known for her purportedly voracious sexual appetite into an intelligent political operative, ably supported by her protege and confidant, Ricardo de Bretan. With her father's demise on January 31st, 1788, the prospect of Elizabeth ascending to the throne loomed large.

However, the Council, the Imperial Court, and much of the higher nobility orchestrated a collective effort to thwart Elizabeth's accession to the throne. Instead, her uncle, Prince Charles el Britannia, was proclaimed the new emperor, becoming Emperor Charles III. Although the official reasoning behind this decision remained a mystery, rumors circulated that the court wanted to distance Ricardo, reputedly an insane religious zealot even by the standards of the time, as far as possible from the throne. Indeed, Ricardo would play a vital role in both Britannian and world history in the years to come and is something that will be focused on later. As for Elizabeth, she surprisingly exhibited an air of indifference, possibly biding her time to allow her uncle to discredit himself before making her strategic move. If so, then she would not have to wait long.

At the age of fifty-eight, Charles III, while considered somewhat advanced in years, possessed the virtues of being inoffensive, respectable, and reasonably sound of mind. Despite baseless rumors of homosexuality stemming from his celibate lifestyle, Charles acquiesced to marriage with one Mary Ashford in 1790, resulting in the birth of a son, Prince Arthur, in 1792. Nonetheless, Charles's reign signaled the commencement of the decline of what historians would later term the "Second Britannian Empire”.

The ominous clouds of impending turmoil began to gather in 1789 when the French Revolution erupted, toppling King Louis XVI, and culminating in his execution in January 1793. Britannia's response to these events was predominantly apathetic, as the empire was grappling with financial woes exacerbated by the American Revolution. By the time Charles ascended to the throne, these financial predicaments had translated into surging unemployment and sporadic food shortages. Faced with limited alternatives, Charles's government opted for a brief, triumphant war. They would not have to make the first move, as Revolutionary France conveniently declared war on Britannia in February 1793.

The Britannian involvement in the War of the First Coalition was a mixed affair. The once formidable Imperial Army had been enfeebled by a decade of neglect and complacency, evident in the poorly organized and supplied Britannian contingent during the Flanders Campaign from 1792 to 1795. Regiments, still under the control of their colonels, vehemently resisted any external interference, be it in matters of training, supply, or discipline. While Britannian troops exhibited prowess in small-scale conventional actions, their vulnerability surfaced in larger engagements and encounters with sizable French light troops. In stark contrast, the Imperial Navy excelled due to a culture of compulsory technical training and merit-based promotions.

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The Battle of Famars, one of several battles fought during the Flanders Campaign of the War of the First Coalition
A concatenation of military setbacks, coupled with the economic strains imposed by the wider conflict and Henry's pre-war policies served to radicalize an already restless populace, and tensions soon increased. The culmination of said tensions occurred on July 14th, 1796, when a faction of pro-French intellectuals and journalists openly celebrated Bastille Day. This celebration catalyzed a sequence of both pro and anti-French demonstrations and riots. Some of the pro-French and revolutionary groups were suspected to have received influence and assistance from French agents. Cornered in Windsor Castle with the seemingly incapacitated Emperor Charles, his councilors deployed the Imperial Guard to restore order, but the effort proved futile. When the order to open fire was issued, certain units complied while others defied, adding to the chaos. It looked as if the Britannian monarchy would succumb to a fate akin to its French counterpart.

- THE EMPRESS’S FOLLY -
But it was not to be, for the monarchy's salvation came in the form of Elizabeth, whose hand was finally forced. With the collaboration of sympathetic insiders, Elizabeth, accompanied by a cohort including Ricardo and his jokingly named group the "Knights of the Round," successfully seized Windsor Castle, apprehending key government officials and courtiers, including the emperor. Encountering Charles in a seemingly unresponsive state, Elizabeth asserted herself as Regent, directing the Imperial Guards to withdraw. The subsequent morning saw her issuing a formal proclamation, assigning blame for the violence to several of her uncle's closest supporters and pledging reform. Temporarily, at least, the crisis was averted.

It was at this point that Elizabeth arguably committed her gravest error. Secure in her position, she proceeded to declare her uncle's ascension to the throne illegal, exploiting his perceived incapacity (and likely senility) to orchestrate his formal deposition by Parliament. Parliament, in turn, bestowed upon her the crown, resulting in her being enthroned as Empress Elizabeth III. While her supporters, the London populace, and the merchant classes welcomed this development, the high aristocracy and a substantial faction viewed the move as both illegal and treasonous, further deepening the schism within the realm.

And things would only grow increasingly dire. In January 1799, French General Napoleon Bonaparte staged a coup against the Directory, assuming the title of First Consul. Despite the historical recognition of this moment as the founding of the European Union, Elizabeth III, and her contemporaries portrayed Napoleon as a tyrant. Over the next seven years, Elizabeth fiercely opposed Napoleonic France, but her efforts proved ultimately futile. Elizabeth's coup against her uncle's government, her subsequent ascension (usurpation to some) to the throne, and Britannia's struggles in the Napoleonic Wars eventually proved too much for the empire to handle.

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Napoleon Bonaparte, First Consul of the French Republic and founding father of the European Union

- THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR AND THE FRENCH INVASION OF BRITANNIA -
On October 21, 1805, a Britannian fleet commanded by Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson faced a combined French and Spanish fleet near Cape Trafalgar. Nelson, a celebrated and beloved commander, fell victim to the same aristocratic infighting that would later afflict Empress Elizabeth. The circumstances surrounding his death remain unclear, but multiple accounts indicate that several warships attempted to leave Nelson's battle lines at a critical moment. Speculations range from a deliberate conspiracy against Nelson to self-preservation motives. Despite the debatable outcome of the battle in terms of losses, Nelson's tragic death marked a French victory, triggering public grief that swiftly turned to anger when rumors spread that Nelson had been betrayed.

The rumors were only strengthened when a Britannian warship, HMS Cadmus, returned to Portsmouth with most of its officers missing. The surviving officers and crew claimed that the captain and senior officers had withdrawn Cadmus from the battle line contrary to Nelson's orders and that several other ships had done likewise. The Admiralty declared their accusations false and arrested the surviving officers and several members of the crew on charges of mutiny and murder, finding them all guilty. The backlash against the mutineers’ arrest was immense, forcing Elizabeth to intervene, and personally oversee the acquittal of the accused mutineers, and initiating an investigation that resulted in the arrest of hundreds of officers. This, in turn, caused the resignation of numerous outraged officers in protest, crippling the Imperial Navy at a crucial juncture.

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The Battle of Trafalgar

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Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson, 1st Viscount Nelson, 1st Duke of Bronte (he would posthumously be given the title of “Patriot-Knight” by Richard V in 1815)
However, the situation took a turn for the worse. In June of 1807, Napoleon initiated his long-anticipated invasion of the British Isles, which had been delayed by Prussia's unexpected declaration of war earlier that year. Napoleon's focus on Eastern affairs allowed Admiral Pierre Villeneuve, victor of Trafalgar, and Emmanuel de Grouchy, accompanied by Rafael del Riego commanding a substantial Spanish contingent, to lead the invasion. Initial landings occurred along the Kent coast, met with fierce resistance from coastal fortifications. Dover found itself under siege within two days, and additional troops landed at smaller ports.

Elizabeth activated her defense plans, instructing troops to assemble in major cities and towns. However, the response from southeastern nobles was hesitant. Some dismissed the warnings as an invasion scare, while others suspected Elizabeth of using the situation to seize their estates and impose martial law. This distrust led many to refuse cooperation, even diverting militia or regular army units to protect their estates or form local self-defense leagues. Unfortunately, these leagues quickly succumbed to Napoleon's forces, and within a week of the initial landings, London faced an imminent threat.

Forced to abandon London, Elizabeth, accompanied by her government, the Imperial Guard, and the treasury's gold reserves, sought refuge in Cambridge. Here, she oversaw the city's fortification and organized the raising of fresh troops. News of the failed self-defense leagues prompted nobles and commoners alike to rally behind their Empress. As French and Spanish troops advanced, Britannian forces and militia retreated north and west, gathering in strategic locations.

Recognizing Britannia's potential to mobilize significant forces against him, and unsure of the Spanish and other allied troops under his command, Grouchy adopted a cautious approach. His allied troops focused on creating a defensible zone in the southeast, securing ports and cities, and preparing for potential Britannian counterattacks. Despite this, Grouchy deployed a 30,000-strong army to capture Cambridge and eliminate Elizabeth. However, a Britannian army under the command of Sir Arthur Wellesley halted its advance near Great Chesterford.

Elizabeth, bolstered by this victory, embarked on a tour of inspection, overseeing the fortification of cities and towns while organizing troops and supplies. Learning of Napoleon's dissatisfaction with his cautious strategy, Grouchy shifted focus westward, aiming to secure a major victory before Napoleon concluded his Eastern affairs. Grouchy succeeded in catching and destroying Elizabeth's Army of the West near the town of Andover. This allowed him to swing south, capturing Southampton and besieging the more formidable defenses of Portsmouth, which eventually fell on July 28th.

Napoleon arrived in London on August 10th, receiving an enthusiastic welcome from pro-French Britannians. Although impressed, he assumed overall command, directing Grouchy to push west while launching a full-scale offensive north. This forced the defending armies, led by Sir Arthur Wellesley, Lord Lewis de Bourgh, and Sir David Baird, to withdraw. Britannian Volunteer units slowed Napoleon's advance with guerrilla attacks as the three armies fortified positions along the Trent River. However, Napoleon planned a three-pronged attack on Nottingham, Derby, and Newark-on-Trent.

The attack commenced on August 26th, with Napoleon, once again unpredictable, taking command of the eastern column supposedly targeting Newark-on-Trent. He turned north, marching on Lincoln, defended only by militia. Despite a valiant defense, Lincoln fell within a day. Napoleon then headed north towards Gainsborough, aiming to cross the Trent and outflank the main Britannian armies. Wellesley, anticipating Napoleon's intentions, rushed his army north to Gainsborough, pleading with De Bourgh and Baird for support. Baird, holding his position at Nottingham, and De Bourgh's delayed reaction forced Wellesley to delay Napoleon's vanguard at Gainsborough before superior numbers compelled a withdrawal to Doncaster.

The situation remained dire, but not insurmountable. Napoleon reached the limit of his supply lines, while additional Britannian troops gathered around York. Wellesley planned to fortify Doncaster, either repelling Napoleon's advance or launching a forceful counterattack once sufficient troops arrived. However, this plan was thwarted by De Bourgh and a group of high nobles. Angry at having to abandon their estates on Elizabeth's orders, they compelled Wellesley to support a retaliatory strike. The armies clashed at Bawtry along the River Idle on September 2nd, destroying the 80,000-strong Britannian army. Wellesley narrowly avoided capture and gathered what remained of his army, fleeing into far northern Britannia.

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Sir Arthur Wellesley leads 80,000 Britannian troops in the disastrous Battle of Bawtry

- THE HUMILIATION OF EDINBURGH AND THE DEATH OF THE SECOND BRITANNIAN EMPIRE -
Simultaneously, Edinburgh faced its disaster. Elizabeth, trapped in Edinburgh Castle as law and order crumbled, had left her Foot Guards in Newcastle to form a new Army of the North and reassure citizens of her commitment to fight. However, she discovered that Edinburgh was poorly administered, grappling with a shortage of food, and facing chaotic military logistics. As her arrival became known, citizens gathered outside the castle, seeking bread and relief from poverty. Initially peaceful, the situation escalated when one of the local political clubs, now styling itself the Britannian Revolutionary Council, began stirring unrest among the crowds.

Efforts by authorities to pacify the situation were met with resistance from the revolutionaries, who unleashed a mix of criminals, impoverished weavers, displaced highlanders, and other societal outcasts they had clandestinely introduced into the city over weeks. Edinburgh descended into turmoil, and Elizabeth found herself besieged in the castle, with limited supplies for only a few days and no means to seek assistance. Employing a bluff, the revolutionaries sought to convince the desperate Empress that they had control of the city. They warned that unless she yielded to their demands, which were Elizabeth's abdication and peace with France, they would either storm the castle or abandon its occupants to starvation. Trapped and exhausted, Elizabeth succumbed, signing both the abdication and an order for all troops to lay down their arms on September 14th, 1807, in what would come to be known as the Humiliation of Edinburgh.

Emboldened by their unexpected victory, the revolutionaries sought to establish a revolutionary government quickly. However, their focus on exterminating the Imperial Family faced mixed success. While Elizabeth's siblings and relatives, including Empress Dowager Mary and Prince Arthur, were hunted down, and slaughtered, many nobles managed to flee the Isles to North America, preserving their wealth. Although this would lead to Britannia's post-Edinburgh preservation and eventual resurgence as a great power, it ultimately condemned the world of the future to a terrible, terrible fate.

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Edinburgh Castle, location of the Humiliation of Edinburgh
Meanwhile, public dismay, widespread desire for reform, and Napoleon's ruthless actions turned sentiment against the revolutionaries. As French forces advanced, Admiral Collingwood stayed behind to defend Newcastle, costing him his life. By late August 1807, Napoleon's army approached Edinburgh, achieving in a month what would have taken months or years against organized resistance.

Despite the chaos, Britannia found a glimmer of hope in Ricardo and his Round Table Knights. Responding to the events in Edinburgh, Ricardo led a mission to infiltrate the castle, rescuing Elizabeth and the other prisoners. Escaping to Dundee, Elizabeth initially wanted to fight from Ireland, but Ricardo urged an immediate Atlantic crossing. Strengthened by news of the collapsed Irish government, Elizabeth and her followers boarded the warship HMS Aeneas, sailing north to rejoin Wellesley, who now led what remained of the Imperial Army and Navy. Elizabeth then ordered the journey to Britannian North America (i.e., Canada); for her and most of those with her, it was the last they would ever see of the British Isles.

The Second Britannian Empire, which had been inaugurated in 1690 with the coronation of Richard IV, was dead and gone. Scars were left on those Britannians who fled to Canada, scars that would only deepen as time passed, scars that would be passed on to their descendants. Indeed, the fall of the Second Britannian Empire at the hands of France and its allies is considered by many to be the beginning of the so-called “Dark Era”. True horror would result from Napoleon’s invasion and conquest of the British Isles… horror beyond his wildest imagination.

As for the First Consul himself, Napoleon witnessed Britannia's violent disintegration with disbelief. Much of the ruling elite had fled, leaving chaos in its wake. Revolutionary mobs and deserting soldiers ran rampant, while factions formed among the citizenry – some supporting the French and revolution, others vehemently opposing them. Law and order crumbled, and society itself began to break down. Recognizing his unique position to restore order, a deputation of surviving notables, including nobles, gentry, civic leaders, bishops, and military officers, led by Robert Jenkinson, 2nd Earl of Liverpool, approached Napoleon in September 1807. Seeing Jenkinson as a potential leader for the newly proclaimed State of Britain, Napoleon persuaded him to accept the title of Governor. Jenkinson's position would be subject to a democratic election at the earliest opportunity. Leaving just enough troops to assist the Governor and his new government in restoring order, Napoleon returned to France, leaving a traumatized Britain in a precarious peace.

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Robert Jenkinson, the first Governor of the State of Britain

- THE BIRTH OF THE THIRD BRITANNIAN EMPIRE -
Although the Second Britannian Empire had collapsed, Britannia as a nation was far from defeated. Operating from her new provisional capital in Quebec City, Elizabeth actively worked to preserve the Holy Britannian Empire, now comprising only Canada, using any means necessary. However, numerous challenges emerged. Elizabeth commanded approximately 50,000 regular troops, predominantly consisting of poorly trained raw recruits due to the transfer of better units to the British Isles years earlier. Additionally, she could muster around 25,000 militia with varying capabilities, ranging from battle-hardened colonial dragoons to generally subpar infantry battalions.

Elizabeth and her associates were not the sole exiles to Canada; a continuous stream of loyalists and other refugees sought refuge in the aftermath of the Humiliation of Edinburgh. These refugees, predominantly nobles, included those who fled with minimal belongings initially and later waves of embittered emigrants who brought their properties after 1810. Ricardo swiftly established himself as Elizabeth’s Chancellor and chief advisor, leveraging local connections and resources to establish a functional government. The new administration comprised Ricardo's supporters, a blend of Britannian nobles and local dignitaries he had cultivated relationships with over the years.

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Quebec City, the provisional capital of the Holy Britannian Empire
On October 18th, 1811, the ailing Empress Elizabeth III, surrounded by her senior courtiers, passed away. Her death marked the end of the Tudor Dynasty, as she had designated Ricardo as her successor before her demise, surprising her blood relatives in attendance. The declaration sent shockwaves through the court and Britannian Canada, particularly because Ricardo, though widely respected for his effective administration and chancellorship during Elizabeth's illness, was not universally beloved. His stern demeanor, strict governance, darker inclinations, and well-known religious fanaticism contributed to this sentiment. Furthermore, his appointment to the throne over Elizabeth's surviving blood relatives raised the specter of a potential civil war, as it defied tradition and practice. Nevertheless, it became evident that Ricardo would ascend as Emperor, supported by most of the army and his court faction. Within days, he effectively seized control, unleashing violence that would persist for months.

While expectations were that Ricardo would strategize to reclaim the British Isles from the French, he had different intentions. On November 11th, through a series of pamphlets titled Per Ignem Oritur Novus Camelotus (Latin for "Through Fire, the New Camelot Arises"), Ricardo outlined his vision for a magnificent new Britannia destined to endure for a thousand generations. He enticed nobles and commoners alike with promises of untold riches and the restoration of an empire transformed into a glorious New Camelot spanning the hemisphere – a harmonious unity for all of God's Chosen Betters. Ricardo supplemented this with nationalistic propaganda, legitimizing his ascension. He promoted the tales of the Celtic warlord Alwyn and Emperor Arthur as the first true defenders of the British Isles. Ricardo also asserted that the Humiliation of Edinburgh was a divine signal to start anew in the New World, away from the corrupted Old World dominated by Napoleon and his perceived satanic, inferior hordes of papists and deists. This proclamation, known as the Ricardian Proclamation, marked November 11th, 1811, as Rebirth Day and is considered the inception of the Third Britannian Empire.

In the aftermath of the proclamation, nobles came together to offer treasure and sword to the cause, while ordinary Britannians flocked to donate what little money they had, or to swell Britannia's armies. Not everyone accepted this, however. Though some unrest did occur throughout many towns and cities via supporters of the remaining Tudors, it was relatively minor and nothing local authorities could handle. The real backlash came from other court factions, generally centered around Elizabeth's surviving relatives. Though there was no Imperial Guard at this stage, Ricardo had several knightly orders at his disposal; chief among them the Knights of the Round Table. Led by Sir Richard Hector, these knights moved swiftly against Ricardo's enemies, killing dozens in a single night. Those of Elizabeth's relations not killed were forced to flee, some of them all the way back to the British Isles. As a result, the empire was completely pacified by early December.

On Christmas Day 1811, Ricardo’s coronation inside the Notre-Dame de Québec Cathedral (later renamed to the Imperial Fundamentalist Christian Church of Keybeck as part of a national process to de-papify the empire) commenced. With the coronation anthem ‘Zadok the Priest’ being performed by an accompanying choir and orchestra, Ricardo entered the cathedral in a grand procession, and was bestowed the imperial name Richard van Britannia. As soon as he was crowned Emperor Richard V, the orchestra played a new anthem said to have been written by the new emperor himself in the months before the coronation. It was titled ‘All Hail Britannia’, and the choir began to sing the following lyrics:

Truth and hope in our Fatherland,
And death to every foe!
Our soldiers shall not pause to rest,
We vow our loyalty!

Old traditions they will abide,
Arise young heroes!
Our past inspires noble deeds,
All Hail Britannia!

Immortal beacon shows the way,
Step forth and seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds,
Hail Britannia!

Our Emperor stands astride this world,
He’ll vanquish every foe!
His truth and justice shine so bright,
All hail his brilliant light!

Never will he be overthrown,
Like mountains and sea!
His bloodline immortal and pure,
All Hail Britannia!

So let his wisdom guide our way,
Go forth and seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds,

Hail Britannia!

With the Bretan Dynasty underway, a new phase of Britannian history began. Emperor Richard’s first act was to have a new constitution written up. The Carta Ricardia (“Ricardian Charter” in Latin), as it came to be known, stated that the armed forces were loyal and answerable only to the emperor and that an Imperial Senate consisting of a non-elected House of Lords and an elected House of Commons (both led by a Chancellor) would be established. Local legislatures also consisting of elected officials were set up to oversee parts of the empire. However, only the landowning wealthy elite was given voting rights. Richard also had the Union Jack, the flag of Britannia, replaced with a new one titled “The Lion and Serpent”. The new flag was a mixed fusion of the St. George's Cross and the Union Jack. It also bore a unique coat of arms consisting of a lion, which represented the emperor, and a serpent, which represented death and rebirth.


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The Lion and Serpent, the current flag of the Holy Britannian Empire

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The Imperial Fundamentalist Christian Church of Keybeck in the present day
Quebec City, meanwhile, remained the capital of Britannia, but it was obvious to those close to Richard that he had no intention of staying in that city. In February of 1812, Emperor Richard summoned his advisors before laying out his intentions for the empire; a program of imperial expansion that would bring all North America under Britannian rule. His main target: the United States of America, or more specifically, its successor states in the Republican Union of America, the Green Mountain Republic of Vermont, the Chesapeake Republic of Maryland, the Republic of Virginia, the Confederation of the Carolinas, and the Republic of Georgia. When asked why he wanted to target the American nations for war, Richard was said to have uttered the following:

“A Britannian always pays his debts.”

Here's a teaser for Chapter 3, titled "The Eagle Has Fallen." It will basically cover the decline and fall of the United States of America. Unlike in the original WMIT however, the collapse of the United States will be much more destructive and brutal, and utter madness will ensue. As seen below, Alexander Hamilton will be an even bigger bastard than he was in the original WMIT. Stay tuned!

Gentlemen, it pains me to say that we are going to lose this war. Maryland, Virginia, the Carolinas, and Georgia have deserted us, and America is on the verge of destruction. The Grand Experiment is over. But damn my eyes if we aren't going to see Willard Crawford and his traitors burn before this is over. I order you to carry out this attack against the rebels using all the resources and manpower you have. For you are Hellhounds sent to escort these traitors to Satan himself. And though we may lose this war and America will soon cease to exist, we will make these treasonous curs pay dearly. This is God's Work, gentlemen. Kill all you find. Take no prisoners. Decimate them. Slay their loved ones. The United States of America shall not go silently into the night."

- Alexander Hamilton, last President of the United States of America in Congress Assembled, January 1803
 
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Oh ho so the Britannians are going to march for US or RuA and succeeding in sacking Philadelphia then ? How horrible would it be compared to WMIT Redux then ?
 
I'm back, everyone! Chapter 2 of 'Of Geass and Madness' is finally finished. The madness (and Pizza Hut) is getting ever closer in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

OF GEASS AND MADNESS

CHAPTER TWO
Per Ignem Oritur Novus Camelotus


“July 4, 1776, Washington’s Rebellion, everyone loves to impress upon the world how significant that year was for us Britannians. Frankly, our ancestors had it coming. The old Britannia, having neglected its inner Pinnacle strength given to it by Jehovah Almighty, tried to do through degenerate backroom dealings what they could not achieve through the divine right of conquest.

As a result, the apostate nation that was the Old United States was able to achieve its independence, albeit a short-lived one. It was the first thing to expose just how unholy and rotten the Britannia of old had become. The second thing involved the enormous infighting that destroyed any sense of cohesion in the Imperial Navy. Patriot-Knight Nelson's death at Cape Trafalgar had proven to be one of the worst things that had ever befallen the empire.

As a result, Napoleon Bonaparte, the satanic, papist Corsican ogre, jumped eagerly when the opportunity presented itself. The Humiliation of Edinburgh was Britannia's second deserved defeat. Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of the Emperor-Prophet Ricardo and our ever-strong Pinnacle fluids, we are now made of sterner stuff and have learned quite well from our past failures. After all, as the Emperor-Prophet himself once said, ‘a Britannian always pays his debts.’"

- Emperor Joseph “Joe Steele” li Britannia I, 95th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, 1926

- TROUBLE IN BRITANNIA -
The aftermath of Britannia's defeat in the American Revolution instigated substantial financial consequences for the empire and thus required decisive action. However, Henry X was already grappling with the inescapable march of age, illness, and even a possible state of senility, rendering him inert in responding to the empire's predicament. Consequently, the focus of real power gradually shifted to his eldest daughter, Princess Elizabeth ro Britannia. In the late 1780s, as her father's health deteriorated, Elizabeth evolved from a young princess known for her purportedly voracious sexual appetite into an intelligent political operative, ably supported by her protege and confidant, Ricardo de Bretan. With her father's demise on January 31st, 1788, the prospect of Elizabeth ascending to the throne loomed large.

However, the Council, the Imperial Court, and much of the higher nobility orchestrated a collective effort to thwart Elizabeth's accession to the throne. Instead, her uncle, Prince Charles el Britannia, was proclaimed the new emperor, becoming Emperor Charles III. Although the official reasoning behind this decision remained a mystery, rumors circulated that the court wanted to distance Ricardo, reputedly an insane religious zealot even by the standards of the time, as far as possible from the throne. Indeed, Ricardo would play a vital role in both Britannian and world history in the years to come and is something that will be focused on later. As for Elizabeth, she surprisingly exhibited an air of indifference, possibly biding her time to allow her uncle to discredit himself before making her strategic move. If so, then she would not have to wait long.

At the age of fifty-eight, Charles III, while considered somewhat advanced in years, possessed the virtues of being inoffensive, respectable, and reasonably sound of mind. Despite baseless rumors of homosexuality stemming from his celibate lifestyle, Charles acquiesced to marriage with one Mary Ashford in 1790, resulting in the birth of a son, Prince Arthur, in 1792. Nonetheless, Charles's reign signaled the commencement of the decline of what historians would later term the "Second Britannian Empire”.

The ominous clouds of impending turmoil began to gather in 1789 when the French Revolution erupted, toppling King Louis XVI, and culminating in his execution in January 1793. Britannia's response to these events was predominantly apathetic, as the empire was grappling with financial woes exacerbated by the American Revolution. By the time Charles ascended to the throne, these financial predicaments had translated into surging unemployment and sporadic food shortages. Faced with limited alternatives, Charles's government opted for a brief, triumphant war. They would not have to make the first move, as Revolutionary France conveniently declared war on Britannia in February 1793.

The Britannian involvement in the War of the First Coalition was a mixed affair. The once formidable Imperial Army had been enfeebled by a decade of neglect and complacency, evident in the poorly organized and supplied Britannian contingent during the Flanders Campaign from 1792 to 1795. Regiments, still under the control of their colonels, vehemently resisted any external interference, be it in matters of training, supply, or discipline. While Britannian troops exhibited prowess in small-scale conventional actions, their vulnerability surfaced in larger engagements and encounters with sizable French light troops. In stark contrast, the Imperial Navy excelled due to a culture of compulsory technical training and merit-based promotions.

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The Battle of Famars, one of several battles fought during the Flanders Campaign of the War of the First Coalition
A concatenation of military setbacks, coupled with the economic strains imposed by the wider conflict and Henry's pre-war policies served to radicalize an already restless populace, and tensions soon increased. The culmination of said tensions occurred on July 14th, 1796, when a faction of pro-French intellectuals and journalists openly celebrated Bastille Day. This celebration catalyzed a sequence of both pro and anti-French demonstrations and riots. Some of the pro-French and revolutionary groups were suspected to have received influence and assistance from French agents. Cornered in Windsor Castle with the seemingly incapacitated Emperor Charles, his councilors deployed the Imperial Guard to restore order, but the effort proved futile. When the order to open fire was issued, certain units complied while others defied, adding to the chaos. It looked as if the Britannian monarchy would succumb to a fate akin to its French counterpart.

- THE EMPRESS’S FOLLY -
But it was not to be, for the monarchy's salvation came in the form of Elizabeth, whose hand was finally forced. With the collaboration of sympathetic insiders, Elizabeth, accompanied by a cohort including Ricardo and his jokingly named group the "Knights of the Round," successfully seized Windsor Castle, apprehending key government officials and courtiers, including the emperor. Encountering Charles in a seemingly unresponsive state, Elizabeth asserted herself as Regent, directing the Imperial Guards to withdraw. The subsequent morning saw her issuing a formal proclamation, assigning blame for the violence to several of her uncle's closest supporters and pledging reform. Temporarily, at least, the crisis was averted.

It was at this point that Elizabeth arguably committed her gravest error. Secure in her position, she proceeded to declare her uncle's ascension to the throne illegal, exploiting his perceived incapacity (and likely senility) to orchestrate his formal deposition by Parliament. Parliament, in turn, bestowed upon her the crown, resulting in her being enthroned as Empress Elizabeth III. While her supporters, the London populace, and the merchant classes welcomed this development, the high aristocracy and a substantial faction viewed the move as both illegal and treasonous, further deepening the schism within the realm.

And things would only grow increasingly dire. In January 1799, French General Napoleon Bonaparte staged a coup against the Directory, assuming the title of First Consul. Despite the historical recognition of this moment as the founding of the European Union, Elizabeth III, and her contemporaries portrayed Napoleon as a tyrant. Over the next seven years, Elizabeth fiercely opposed Napoleonic France, but her efforts proved ultimately futile. Elizabeth's coup against her uncle's government, her subsequent ascension (usurpation to some) to the throne, and Britannia's struggles in the Napoleonic Wars eventually proved too much for the empire to handle.

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Napoleon Bonaparte, First Consul of the French Republic and founding father of the European Union

- THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR AND THE FRENCH INVASION OF BRITANNIA -
On October 21, 1805, a Britannian fleet commanded by Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson faced a combined French and Spanish fleet near Cape Trafalgar. Nelson, a celebrated and beloved commander, fell victim to the same aristocratic infighting that would later afflict Empress Elizabeth. The circumstances surrounding his death remain unclear, but multiple accounts indicate that several warships attempted to leave Nelson's battle lines at a critical moment. Speculations range from a deliberate conspiracy against Nelson to self-preservation motives. Despite the debatable outcome of the battle in terms of losses, Nelson's tragic death marked a French victory, triggering public grief that swiftly turned to anger when rumors spread that Nelson had been betrayed.

The rumors were only strengthened when a Britannian warship, HMS Cadmus, returned to Portsmouth with most of its officers missing. The surviving officers and crew claimed that the captain and senior officers had withdrawn Cadmus from the battle line contrary to Nelson's orders and that several other ships had done likewise. The Admiralty declared their accusations false and arrested the surviving officers and several members of the crew on charges of mutiny and murder, finding them all guilty. The backlash against the mutineers’ arrest was immense, forcing Elizabeth to intervene, and personally oversee the acquittal of the accused mutineers, and initiating an investigation that resulted in the arrest of hundreds of officers. This, in turn, caused the resignation of numerous outraged officers in protest, crippling the Imperial Navy at a crucial juncture.

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The Battle of Trafalgar

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Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson, 1st Viscount Nelson, 1st Duke of Bronte (he would posthumously be given the title of “Patriot-Knight” by Richard V in 1815)
However, the situation took a turn for the worse. In June of 1807, Napoleon initiated his long-anticipated invasion of the British Isles, which had been delayed by Prussia's unexpected declaration of war earlier that year. Napoleon's focus on Eastern affairs allowed Admiral Pierre Villeneuve, victor of Trafalgar, and Emmanuel de Grouchy, accompanied by Rafael del Riego commanding a substantial Spanish contingent, to lead the invasion. Initial landings occurred along the Kent coast, met with fierce resistance from coastal fortifications. Dover found itself under siege within two days, and additional troops landed at smaller ports.

Elizabeth activated her defense plans, instructing troops to assemble in major cities and towns. However, the response from southeastern nobles was hesitant. Some dismissed the warnings as an invasion scare, while others suspected Elizabeth of using the situation to seize their estates and impose martial law. This distrust led many to refuse cooperation, even diverting militia or regular army units to protect their estates or form local self-defense leagues. Unfortunately, these leagues quickly succumbed to Napoleon's forces, and within a week of the initial landings, London faced an imminent threat.

Forced to abandon London, Elizabeth, accompanied by her government, the Imperial Guard, and the treasury's gold reserves, sought refuge in Cambridge. Here, she oversaw the city's fortification and organized the raising of fresh troops. News of the failed self-defense leagues prompted nobles and commoners alike to rally behind their Empress. As French and Spanish troops advanced, Britannian forces and militia retreated north and west, gathering in strategic locations.

Recognizing Britannia's potential to mobilize significant forces against him, and unsure of the Spanish and other allied troops under his command, Grouchy adopted a cautious approach. His allied troops focused on creating a defensible zone in the southeast, securing ports and cities, and preparing for potential Britannian counterattacks. Despite this, Grouchy deployed a 30,000-strong army to capture Cambridge and eliminate Elizabeth. However, a Britannian army under the command of Sir Arthur Wellesley halted its advance near Great Chesterford.

Elizabeth, bolstered by this victory, embarked on a tour of inspection, overseeing the fortification of cities and towns while organizing troops and supplies. Learning of Napoleon's dissatisfaction with his cautious strategy, Grouchy shifted focus westward, aiming to secure a major victory before Napoleon concluded his Eastern affairs. Grouchy succeeded in catching and destroying Elizabeth's Army of the West near the town of Andover. This allowed him to swing south, capturing Southampton and besieging the more formidable defenses of Portsmouth, which eventually fell on July 28th.

Napoleon arrived in London on August 10th, receiving an enthusiastic welcome from pro-French Britannians. Although impressed, he assumed overall command, directing Grouchy to push west while launching a full-scale offensive north. This forced the defending armies, led by Sir Arthur Wellesley, Lord Lewis de Bourgh, and Sir David Baird, to withdraw. Britannian Volunteer units slowed Napoleon's advance with guerrilla attacks as the three armies fortified positions along the Trent River. However, Napoleon planned a three-pronged attack on Nottingham, Derby, and Newark-on-Trent.

The attack commenced on August 26th, with Napoleon, once again unpredictable, taking command of the eastern column supposedly targeting Newark-on-Trent. He turned north, marching on Lincoln, defended only by militia. Despite a valiant defense, Lincoln fell within a day. Napoleon then headed north towards Gainsborough, aiming to cross the Trent and outflank the main Britannian armies. Wellesley, anticipating Napoleon's intentions, rushed his army north to Gainsborough, pleading with De Bourgh and Baird for support. Baird, holding his position at Nottingham, and De Bourgh's delayed reaction forced Wellesley to delay Napoleon's vanguard at Gainsborough before superior numbers compelled a withdrawal to Doncaster.

The situation remained dire, but not insurmountable. Napoleon reached the limit of his supply lines, while additional Britannian troops gathered around York. Wellesley planned to fortify Doncaster, either repelling Napoleon's advance or launching a forceful counterattack once sufficient troops arrived. However, this plan was thwarted by De Bourgh and a group of high nobles. Angry at having to abandon their estates on Elizabeth's orders, they compelled Wellesley to support a retaliatory strike. The armies clashed at Bawtry along the River Idle on September 2nd, destroying the 80,000-strong Britannian army. Wellesley narrowly avoided capture and gathered what remained of his army, fleeing into far northern Britannia.

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Sir Arthur Wellesley leads 80,000 Britannian troops in the disastrous Battle of Bawtry

- THE HUMILIATION OF EDINBURGH AND THE DEATH OF THE SECOND BRITANNIAN EMPIRE -
Simultaneously, Edinburgh faced its disaster. Elizabeth, trapped in Edinburgh Castle as law and order crumbled, had left her Foot Guards in Newcastle to form a new Army of the North and reassure citizens of her commitment to fight. However, she discovered that Edinburgh was poorly administered, grappling with a shortage of food, and facing chaotic military logistics. As her arrival became known, citizens gathered outside the castle, seeking bread and relief from poverty. Initially peaceful, the situation escalated when one of the local political clubs, now styling itself the Britannian Revolutionary Council, began stirring unrest among the crowds.

Efforts by authorities to pacify the situation were met with resistance from the revolutionaries, who unleashed a mix of criminals, impoverished weavers, displaced highlanders, and other societal outcasts they had clandestinely introduced into the city over weeks. Edinburgh descended into turmoil, and Elizabeth found herself besieged in the castle, with limited supplies for only a few days and no means to seek assistance. Employing a bluff, the revolutionaries sought to convince the desperate Empress that they had control of the city. They warned that unless she yielded to their demands, which were Elizabeth's abdication and peace with France, they would either storm the castle or abandon its occupants to starvation. Trapped and exhausted, Elizabeth succumbed, signing both the abdication and an order for all troops to lay down their arms on September 14th, 1807, in what would come to be known as the Humiliation of Edinburgh.

Emboldened by their unexpected victory, the revolutionaries sought to establish a revolutionary government quickly. However, their focus on exterminating the Imperial Family faced mixed success. While Elizabeth's siblings and relatives, including Empress Dowager Mary and Prince Arthur, were hunted down, and slaughtered, many nobles managed to flee the Isles to North America, preserving their wealth. Although this would lead to Britannia's post-Edinburgh preservation and eventual resurgence as a great power, it ultimately condemned the world of the future to a terrible, terrible fate.

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Edinburgh Castle, location of the Humiliation of Edinburgh
Meanwhile, public dismay, widespread desire for reform, and Napoleon's ruthless actions turned sentiment against the revolutionaries. As French forces advanced, Admiral Collingwood stayed behind to defend Newcastle, costing him his life. By late August 1807, Napoleon's army approached Edinburgh, achieving in a month what would have taken months or years against organized resistance.

Despite the chaos, Britannia found a glimmer of hope in Ricardo and his Round Table Knights. Responding to the events in Edinburgh, Ricardo led a mission to infiltrate the castle, rescuing Elizabeth and the other prisoners. Escaping to Dundee, Elizabeth initially wanted to fight from Ireland, but Ricardo urged an immediate Atlantic crossing. Strengthened by news of the collapsed Irish government, Elizabeth and her followers boarded the warship HMS Aeneas, sailing north to rejoin Wellesley, who now led what remained of the Imperial Army and Navy. Elizabeth then ordered the journey to Britannian North America (i.e., Canada); for her and most of those with her, it was the last they would ever see of the British Isles.

The Second Britannian Empire, which had been inaugurated in 1690 with the coronation of Richard IV, was dead and gone. Scars were left on those Britannians who fled to Canada, scars that would only deepen as time passed, scars that would be passed on to their descendants. Indeed, the fall of the Second Britannian Empire at the hands of France and its allies is considered by many to be the beginning of the so-called “Dark Era”. True horror would result from Napoleon’s invasion and conquest of the British Isles… horror beyond his wildest imagination.

As for the First Consul himself, Napoleon witnessed Britannia's violent disintegration with disbelief. Much of the ruling elite had fled, leaving chaos in its wake. Revolutionary mobs and deserting soldiers ran rampant, while factions formed among the citizenry – some supporting the French and revolution, others vehemently opposing them. Law and order crumbled, and society itself began to break down. Recognizing his unique position to restore order, a deputation of surviving notables, including nobles, gentry, civic leaders, bishops, and military officers, led by Robert Jenkinson, 2nd Earl of Liverpool, approached Napoleon in September 1807. Seeing Jenkinson as a potential leader for the newly proclaimed State of Britain, Napoleon persuaded him to accept the title of Governor. Jenkinson's position would be subject to a democratic election at the earliest opportunity. Leaving just enough troops to assist the Governor and his new government in restoring order, Napoleon returned to France, leaving a traumatized Britain in a precarious peace.

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Robert Jenkinson, the first Governor of the State of Britain

- THE BIRTH OF THE THIRD BRITANNIAN EMPIRE -
Although the Second Britannian Empire had collapsed, Britannia as a nation was far from defeated. Operating from her new provisional capital in Quebec City, Elizabeth actively worked to preserve the Holy Britannian Empire, now comprising only Canada, using any means necessary. However, numerous challenges emerged. Elizabeth commanded approximately 50,000 regular troops, predominantly consisting of poorly trained raw recruits due to the transfer of better units to the British Isles years earlier. Additionally, she could muster around 25,000 militia with varying capabilities, ranging from battle-hardened colonial dragoons to generally subpar infantry battalions.

Elizabeth and her associates were not the sole exiles to Canada; a continuous stream of loyalists and other refugees sought refuge in the aftermath of the Humiliation of Edinburgh. These refugees, predominantly nobles, included those who fled with minimal belongings initially and later waves of embittered emigrants who brought their properties after 1810. Ricardo swiftly established himself as Elizabeth’s Chancellor and chief advisor, leveraging local connections and resources to establish a functional government. The new administration comprised Ricardo's supporters, a blend of Britannian nobles and local dignitaries he had cultivated relationships with over the years.

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Quebec City, the provisional capital of the Holy Britannian Empire
On October 18th, 1811, the ailing Empress Elizabeth III, surrounded by her senior courtiers, passed away. Her death marked the end of the Tudor Dynasty, as she had designated Ricardo as her successor before her demise, surprising her blood relatives in attendance. The declaration sent shockwaves through the court and Britannian Canada, particularly because Ricardo, though widely respected for his effective administration and chancellorship during Elizabeth's illness, was not universally beloved. His stern demeanor, strict governance, darker inclinations, and well-known religious fanaticism contributed to this sentiment. Furthermore, his appointment to the throne over Elizabeth's surviving blood relatives raised the specter of a potential civil war, as it defied tradition and practice. Nevertheless, it became evident that Ricardo would ascend as Emperor, supported by most of the army and his court faction. Within days, he effectively seized control, unleashing violence that would persist for months.

While expectations were that Ricardo would strategize to reclaim the British Isles from the French, he had different intentions. On November 11th, through a series of pamphlets titled Per Ignem Oritur Novus Camelotus (Latin for "Through Fire, the New Camelot Arises"), Ricardo outlined his vision for a magnificent new Britannia destined to endure for a thousand generations. He enticed nobles and commoners alike with promises of untold riches and the restoration of an empire transformed into a glorious New Camelot spanning the hemisphere – a harmonious unity for all of God's Chosen Betters. Ricardo supplemented this with nationalistic propaganda, legitimizing his ascension. He promoted the tales of the Celtic warlord Alwyn and Emperor Arthur as the first true defenders of the British Isles. Ricardo also asserted that the Humiliation of Edinburgh was a divine signal to start anew in the New World, away from the corrupted Old World dominated by Napoleon and his perceived satanic, inferior hordes of papists and deists. This proclamation, known as the Ricardian Proclamation, marked November 11th, 1811, as Rebirth Day and is considered the inception of the Third Britannian Empire.

In the aftermath of the proclamation, nobles came together to offer treasure and sword to the cause, while ordinary Britannians flocked to donate what little money they had, or to swell Britannia's armies. Not everyone accepted this, however. Though some unrest did occur throughout many towns and cities via supporters of the remaining Tudors, it was relatively minor and nothing local authorities could handle. The real backlash came from other court factions, generally centered around Elizabeth's surviving relatives. Though there was no Imperial Guard at this stage, Ricardo had several knightly orders at his disposal; chief among them the Knights of the Round Table. Led by Sir Richard Hector, these knights moved swiftly against Ricardo's enemies, killing dozens in a single night. Those of Elizabeth's relations not killed were forced to flee, some of them all the way back to the British Isles. As a result, the empire was completely pacified by early December.

On Christmas Day 1811, Ricardo’s coronation inside the Notre-Dame de Québec Cathedral (later renamed to the Imperial Fundamentalist Christian Church of Keybeck as part of a national process to de-papify the empire) commenced. With the coronation anthem ‘Zadok the Priest’ being performed by an accompanying choir and orchestra, Ricardo entered the cathedral in a grand procession, and was bestowed the imperial name Richard van Britannia. As soon as he was crowned Emperor Richard V, the orchestra played a new anthem said to have been written by the new emperor himself in the months before the coronation. It was titled ‘All Hail Britannia’, and the choir began to sing the following lyrics:

Truth and hope in our Fatherland,
And death to every foe!
Our soldiers shall not pause to rest,
We vow our loyalty!

Old traditions they will abide,
Arise young heroes!
Our past inspires noble deeds,
All Hail Britannia!

Immortal beacon shows the way,
Step forth and seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds,
Hail Britannia!

Our Emperor stands astride this world,
He’ll vanquish every foe!
His truth and justice shine so bright,
All hail his brilliant light!

Never will he be overthrown,
Like mountains and sea!
His bloodline immortal and pure,
All Hail Britannia!

So let his wisdom guide our way,
Go forth and seek glory!
Hoist your swords high into the clouds,

Hail Britannia!

With the Bretan Dynasty underway, a new phase of Britannian history began. Emperor Richard’s first act was to have a new constitution written up. The Carta Ricardia (“Ricardian Charter” in Latin), as it came to be known, stated that the armed forces were loyal and answerable only to the emperor and that an Imperial Senate consisting of a non-elected House of Lords and an elected House of Commons (both led by a Chancellor) would be established. Local legislatures also consisting of elected officials were set up to oversee parts of the empire. However, only the landowning wealthy elite was given voting rights. Richard also had the Union Jack, the flag of Britannia, replaced with a new one titled “The Lion and Serpent”. The new flag was a mixed fusion of the St. George's Cross and the Union Jack. It also bore a unique coat of arms consisting of a lion, which represented the emperor, and a serpent, which represented death and rebirth.


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The Lion and Serpent, the current flag of the Holy Britannian Empire

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The Imperial Fundamentalist Christian Church of Keybeck in the present day
Quebec City, meanwhile, remained the capital of Britannia, but it was obvious to those close to Richard that he had no intention of staying in that city. In February of 1812, Emperor Richard summoned his advisors before laying out his intentions for the empire; a program of imperial expansion that would bring all North America under Britannian rule. His main target: the United States of America, or more specifically, its successor states in the Republican Union of America, the Green Mountain Republic of Vermont, the Chesapeake Republic of Maryland, the Republic of Virginia, the Confederation of the Carolinas, and the Republic of Georgia. When asked why he wanted to target the American nations for war, Richard was said to have uttered the following:

“A Britannian always pays his debts.”

I really love this. Keep up the good work! Is Ricardo equivalent to David Ricardo and so Jewish -maybe passing as a descendant of House de Bretan- or is he a completely original character?
 
So, will this version of Britannia have a desire to eventually reconquer the British Isles in the future? Because in the original series (from what I read online), for some odd reason, the Empire despite being called the Holy Britannian Empire, they never even bothered in invading their own motherland.
 
A German Star: Erik Fritz (27)

A Hidden Facility Somewhere in Atlantic City.
June 10th, 1952


One of the side effects of the Fall from Grace of George Patton, former Supreme Chief of ORRA, was that the purge suffered by the so-called Department W. Frozen and left without a clear purporse, as if suspended in a state of limbo, the Department began to slowly decay. That, of course, had meant the end of many promising careers, as the one of Major Geoff Doss, However, Doss was not a man easily undone.

Doss walked across the marble floor on his way to Hendrick's office. The members of Department W were usually not very keen on formalities, but, when dealing with the supreme head of the ORRA, informality could go only so far. Doss still stood to attention before his commanding officer, and offered a textbook Hail Oswald as if Chuck himself was just there, ramming up his arse with a red hot iron.

-At ease, Doss- Hendrick ordered, looking up from the stacks of papers that covered his table. - So, what can I do for you today?

-We need to discuss the disappearance of the Black Orb. In my opinion, the circumstances are highly suspicious.

-Really? Go on.

-Well, according to our beloved Aetheling, Fritz is heading an expert team to study it. But what experts could that team include, that are not already known to us? WE are the experts! And why choose this ignorant Boche to command it? What does he know about these things? Nothing!

It was quite clear that, in his most deep inner being, Hendrick was having a lot of fun with Doss' discomfort, even if having Fritz messing in his "backyard" was less than pleasant.

-Well, neither does the Aetheling, to be quite frank, doesn't he? We have never shared our findings, not even with our late boss. No, as far as Oswald knows, we're just busy with studying Salem's witch trials and the lost texts of the heressiarcs of Massachusetts and Rhode Island.

-Exactly. The Aetheling cannot know what is relevant to the study of the Black Orb. We are.

-Are you suggesting that Aetheling is lying to us? Why? In his eyes we are nothing a bunch of boring anthropologists. Would you have given the Black Orb to that kind of expertise? My guess is that Eugene T. Booth, John Dunning and his crew are studying the Black Orb, not Fritz. In any case, never mind. They won’t discover anything, of course, and in the end it will come to us. No need to hurry things, Doss.

-No! -Doss said, shaking his head- Something is not right! There would be no need for the Aetheling to lie about something like that – after all, he IS the Aetheling. And those tales about the buried Old One citadel? If WE didn’t know its exact location, how is the Aetheling now a greater expert on these matters than we are?

-You have a point. That IS strange… but, remember, you are talking about the Aetheling... I agree, Fritz’s involvement only makes its worse. He just appeared out of nowhere after his trip to China and now seems to be the Aetheling’s most trusted man.

Doss grunted in frustration.

-I know! Something is not right here! Perhaps Fritz has some kind of leverage on the Aetheling? Please, Sir, let me look into this some more! I will be careful, not level any accusations before I have complete and overwhelming evidence, but we can’t ignore this!’

Hendrick frowned. If Doss got caught going against the will of Oswald under his instructions… the consequences for him would be disastrous. Hendrick felt a cold hand squeezing his balls. That settled it.

-No. Under no circumstance are you going to engage in any illicit investigations, do you hear me? I forbid it!

-But…

-No butts! And that's a direct order, Major Doss! Now, go back to your duties!

Doss raced out of Hendrick's office, fuming. Whatever his orders, he had no intention of letting Fritz get away with this. If he was right, and Fritz was an enemy of the New Canaan, he would find evidence, and when he did… the Boche upstart would pay.
 
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To the readers: I have the feeling that this collection of silly ideas is moving away from the cannon set by Napoleon53. Now, it's oficial. You could say that Fritz has caused a drift in the space-continuum of WMIT...

A German Star: Erik Fritz (28)

New York City.
September 7th, 1952


Fritz was cursing Oswald in his most inner being. His old chum had had always a strange sense of humour but, with his last "gift", he had outwitter himself. He had invited to join him in his new country retreat, Innsmouth Farm and they had a lot of fun for a few days. Then mayhem ensued.

-Did you play a lot of pirates, didn't you? -Oswald told him. Fritz had the odd feeling that Chuck was slightly drunk... or something like that, because his voice sounded quite odd and his grin, fixed on his face, had something false in its happines-. As you are groing to face a very difficult mission, you are going to need some special weaponry to return victorious and in one peace, so I have a gift for you, you magnificient son of a gun!

With a grandiose gesture, Oswald pushed open the heavy oaken door, revealing a small storage room. A slanted shaft allowed a single ray of sunlight to penetrate into the small, empty mould-smelling chamber, and bathed in its light on the middle of the rough wooden floor lay…

-Er... Chuck?

-Yes, Erik?

-This is a sword...

-Yessssssssssssss...

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Surprise, surprise, mothertrucker...

-A straight-bladed, double-edged sword of a kind very popular in the 15th century - Fritz had always been quit fond of swords and he was in sheer awe at the magnificient weapon he had in front of his eyes.

.You know a lot of history, old boy, I expected no less from an accomplished swashfuckler like you.’

Fritz sighed as if trying to explain something obvious to a dim child.

-Well... unless you want me to play sir Lancelot of the Lake...

Oswald kept grinning.

-... and I don't think that neither you have that in mind nor I need to tell you that there has been some progress in the field of armaments since the Middle Ages...

-Of course... -Oswald replied with a devilish look in his eyes- Go on, buddy...

-...So I’m supposed to fight through an Illuminist Infee horde (or two) with rifles, maching guns, tank, field guns, figthers, bombers and Jev's knows that else while being armed with a weapon that became obsolete five centuries ago? -Fritz replied. He was making an effort to keep the control of his voice and he was finding hard not to roar at his powerful friend.

Letting go a fart and a beatific smile at the same time, Oswald remained silent and quiet for a second before he gave in to a sudden burst of laughter. It wasn’t a pleasant sound.

-No, no, of course not, buddy. Just look at the sword.

Fritz held the weapon in his hands and, at once, he knew this was a superb weapon. It was heavy, but so well balanced that if felt light like a feather in his hand. The dark blade was razor-sharp, he noticed as he tried the edge. It was a superb sword, indeed.

-This is an Templar Rune Sword, - Oswald said in a whisper, apparently more sober that when he began speaking- but better. It was been forged from the very best steel -Oswald giggled to himself- and tempered with the latest industrial techniques. From quality of steel alone -more giggles-, this would have been considered an enchanted blade in the Middle Ages...

-Look - It’s a fine sword, I'll...

-...and in fact it is - Oswald ended. Then he farted and smiled again.

-... give you that, but I’ll just stick with my Browner pistol and perhaps a good Snake machine g... WAIT, WHAT? AN ENCHANTED BLADE? For Jev's whiskers and Mary's cooking recipes and...

- If you are successful and Pond and Jones take you where I hope you may end, my lusty bastard, you are going to need something more than your wits, your Browner and whatever weapon you may have him mind. You will need some... extra help. Modern technology many not work there.

-What do you mean by "may not work"? -Fritz was clearly horrified by the turn of the conversation.

-Don’t worry about that now -Fritz had the sudden feeling that Oswald's eyes had turned red during a second-. You will have some extra help... you could call him a sorcerer -By then Fritz's guts had turned into water but now they froze at hearing his friend talking about sorcerers and forgot about the colour of the eyes of the Aetheling- Now, be a good boy and begin to get familiar with that sword. Practice with it. Sleep with it. Shit with it. Fu...

-I got it, I got it...

So Fritz had left Innsmouth Farm with the Rune Sword strapped to his back and suffered the jokes of Pond and Jones with forced good humour, some beers and two vicious kicks to their balls. Every day, he had practiced with the weapon, growing accustomed to it. Enchanted or not, it was by far a very impressive sword, and thus he felt himself growing more attached to it with each training session.
 
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A German Star: Erik Fritz (28)

Bannerman Castle.
October 20th, 1952


A tiny jewel in the setting of the Hudson Highlands is called Pollepel, now familiarly known as Bannerman Island. Once an uninhabited place, accessible only by boat, it was considered haunted by some Indian tribes and thus became a refuge for those trying to escape them. These superstitions and others promoted by later Dutch sailors make for many fanciful tales. Francis Bannerman, who was born in Dundee, Scotland in 1851, became a wealthy bussinessman during Custer's Five Year Plan by buying surplus stock at government auctions and then re-selling it abroad. This source continued even after the Subjugation of Mexico. In 1872, on a buying trip to Ireland, he met and married Helen Boyce. Subsequently they had three sons; Francis Vll and David Boyce joined him in the business, and Walter became a doctor. Although Frank Bannerman was a munitions dealer, he described himself as a man of peace.

By chance while canoeing on the Hudson, David Bannerman noted the island. The Bannermans purchased it from the Taft family in 1900 as a safe storage site. Mr. Bannerman began construction on a simulated Scottish castle and simple residence in 1901. However, his luck was to end with him as Joe Steele had some reason to mistrust his elder son and heir Francis. Thus, the whole Bannerman clan was purged on July 1937 and Bannerman Castle ended in the hands of the Department W.

This was the reason that Fritz and Doss met there. Fritz looked around critically before turning to Doss.

-What am I doing here? This looks like some hotel where they rent rooms by the hour! And, franky speaking, Doss... you are not my kind of girl.

-Very droll, Mr Fritz, very droll -Doss still smarted from his meeting with Oswald, when he had been bluntly ordered to help Fritz with his mission, thus temporally ending his plans for the traitor.

- I'm glad you like it, because we're going to be spending some time here, together.- Doss replied with a strange grin playing on his lips.

-I'm sorry, old sport, but I just don’t fancy you that way, I just told you.

Doss sighed.

-Sit down, you silly ape. This will take some explaining, I think.

Still looking unconvinced, Fritz complied.

-Look, what if I told you that there is another world, parallel to ours in a way, that connects in places to ours?

-I’d say that, whatever it is that you have been smoking lately, you need to cut it down because frankly speaking… - Fritz made a little circular motion with his index finger pointed towards his temple. Doss just resumed his explanation.

-Fine, make all the jokes all you want but pay attention. You have already visited this world, you know. The world I’m speaking about is the Dreamland...

("Does Oswald know that this unhinged lunatic is fugging nuts?", Fritz thought while keeping a straight face)

-...Within its borders there are those places created by your dreams. But then there are other areas, We who have studied it are not sure about how they came to be, but there are large parts of it - the oldest ones, we suspect - that have a life of their own. Perhaps these lands gained an existence independent of the dreamers that created them, Whatever their origin, when you dream about them, you’re there. ..

("A world full of naked and lusty nymphos..." Indeed, Doss' madness began to look appealing to Fritz)

-...Other dreamers are there, too. Some people spend a lifetime in the Dreamland only to wake up after a short nap in our world. Time flows differently there, you know. There you can stay for, let's say, a few weeks - Dreamland-time, that is-, but the waking world, we’ll be having a nice little afternoon nap. The permanent portions of the Dreamland are populated, and not only by dreamers. So many of us have stayed there for good, or just mated there and had children, that there is a whole different reality there now, complete with lands, seas, creatures, civilisations, and an extensive Underworld… There are cities there, Mr. Fritz… the port of Dylath-Leen, Xura, Ulthar, Hlanith, Illarnek.… and beings and Gods even!

-I suppose there's a method in this maddness...

-Yes.I have found an opening between the Dreamland and the cellars of Fontanka, 16! If I am correct, we can sleep...

-Fontanka?

-The main prison of the Third Section of the Illuminist High Police.

-WHAT?

-As I was saying, If I am correct, we can sleep, travel through the Dreamland, leave it through a gate in Fontanka, find our target- in the flesh - go back into the Dreamland and make it back into the waking world. How does that sound?’

-...

-O ye of little faith...
 
A German Star: Erik Fritz (29)

In the Dreamland
October 22th, 1952?


When they crossed to the other side and Fritz had his eyes full open, he and Doss were standing before an enormous iron gate inserted within a black stone wall, high as a mountain, endlessly extending upwards and in both directions until it vanished in the distance. Above them, dark clouds in an even darker sky covered a ilingy pale moon which coverd the land with an unholy white shadow.

-What a peculiar place - Dross mussed to himself. Then he looked at Fritz and grinned - That's a peculiar outfit, if you don't mind me saying.

Durn still wore his fatigue uniform complete with the ORRA regalia. He rose an eye brown and asked:

-I suppose you were dreaming about one of your films...

When Fritz looked down, he saw he was wearing the green field uniform when he had gone to bed, identical in every way to those of the Legions except that it had some elements of his Robin Hood's costume, cap included.

-Well, it is a dream, isn’t it? Maybe it has to do with some kinky stuff I enjoyed in a Kissimee brothel...

-Well, bearing in mind the degenerate ape you are, it could be a possibility, indeed - Dross conceded- Now, child, it's time to figure out a way to get us through that door.

Then, producing a large silver key from a pocket, he walked through the door.

-This is the key to the Dreamland, every Dreamer has one. It represents our ability to enter the Dreamland at will, either through normal dreaming or arcane magic.

He inserted the key into the lock of the gate, which swung open in the most silent and uncanny way. It gave way to a dark and rocky landscape, a labyrinth of narrow and twisting canyons which went until until they vanished into a deep black darknesss. To reach it, a winding spiral staircarse waited for them, and there Dross went, followed by Fritz. It took no more than a few minutes to reach its end. There they found a paved plaza close to the rocky wall of the valley. On one side there was the vally and, on the other, the richly ornate and perfectly preserved facade of a great building, ("evidently a temple", Dross stated) hollowed from the solid rock. In the centre of the facade was a a great open door, reached by an impressive flight of steps, and surrounded by exquisite carvings like the figures of Bacchanals in relief. Foremost of all are the great columns and frieze, both decorated with sculptures of inexpressible beauty; obviously portraying idealised pastoral scenes and processions of priests and priestesses bearing strange ceremonial devices in adoration of a radiant god. The whole building was impressive for its phenomenal perfection, largely Hellenic in idea, yet strangely different, as it was born from an unknown antiquity, and unmentioned and now forgotten ancestor of the classical Greece.

Without stopping Dross went to the temple and entered into its dark belly. There were two men dressed in robes and with an Egyptian-style headdress. Dross called Nasht and Kaman-Thah, and something else that Fritz forgot even before Dross began talking. Looking around, Fritz wondered what the heck who had built such a magnificient temple in that empty waste. Dross saluted the priests very repectfully, and Fritz imitated him. Then Dross began talking to the priests were talking in a language unknown to him, but, to his great surprise and unease, Fritz was perfectly able to understand what they were saying, until one of the two priests said that they could go on with they travel, which would take them to the seven hundred steps to the Gate of Deeper Slumberl

-Hello there! Seven-hundred steps, did you say? err... do you know, sir, you lordship, your holiness, er... whatever, if there's an elevator somewhere?

If looks could kill, Dross would had murdered his companion right there but the priests just smiled benevolently and indicated with their arms for them to proceed towards the back. There was the Sacred Pillar of Fire standing in the middle of an opening into a back chamber.

-Go with the Blessing of the Great Ones!

As they entered the chamber, a somewhat angered Dross warned Fritz to keep his thoughts to himself, as not all the denizens of the Dreamland were to be be so good-humoured as the Priests of the Temple of Flame. There they found a small vestibule with two tables of green malachite. On one there were clothing and weapons, on the other food and supplies. Beyond, the first steps that would take them to the Gate of the Deeper Slumber.
 
A German Star: Erik Fritz (30)

In the Dreamland
October 22th, 1952?


After reaching the bottom of the endless spiral staircase and walking through the Gate of Deeper Slumber, Fritz and Dross found themselves in a large, very old and very dense forest. It was a dark place, as the forest was formed by giant oaks. Their crowns formed an unbroken canopy that closed off the sky and created a maze of covered tunnels with their intertwined boughs. The place was even more strange as, instead of being dark like the night, an eerie luminescence was provided by the large and odiously shaped fungi that grew everywhere. Glowing with a weird, eldritch green, the fungi caused Fritz to feel something uncanny running down his bowels.

After being told by Dross that he should keep walking on the path and to not listen to the noises and voices around him, he began to feel worse, a bit more when he was told that, near the center of the Enchanted Wood, there was the Great Stone Circle, built by the gugs ages ago. Not far to the west was the Enchanted Stone, a slab covering the entrance to the Tower of Koth. There were numerous Zoog settlements within the Enchanted Wood. These villages were made by groupings of burrows beneath the forest floor, although some, notably the noble families, lived in the trunks of great trees. Each village was presided over by a Council of Sages drawn from the eldest and most experienced zoogs in the village.

"The Enchanted Wood..." -Fritz thought to himself- "it sounds like a good name for an Irish pub..." Then, as they were just entering the forest, suddenly, Fritz tensed and began to look around while holding his sword with his hands.

-There’s something out there, watching us with nothing good in mind.

-You’re right. These woods are crawling with Zoogs.

-Zoogs? You have already mentioned them. What the Hell… Whatever, don't tell me. I won't like it.

-Zoogs are a race of sentient rodent-like creatures that inhabit the Enchanted Woods. Spiteful and nasty, Zoogs are small creatures, the size of cats, with large eyes and toothy maws surrounded by a cluster of short pink tentacles. They have dexterous forepaws with which they use weapons and tools. Their hairless tails are prehensile, allowing them to hang from limbs and bars like opossums. Commonly, zoogs eat fungi and plants, but they also have a taste for the meat of sentient creatures, treating the butchering and consumption of such beings as a rare privilege. Oh, Zoogs hate cats, by the way.

-I don't like those Zogs...

-Don't worry, they hate tigers, and I think we are going to meet a few of them along the way. Those arboreal tigers normally that hunt high in the trees' branches.

-Tigers? Hunting in... Oh, Hell... I have the feelling that I am going to hate this bloody forest...

-We can also find pards...

- Do I need to know about those farts?

-Pards, you farting ape, pards. They are cheetah-like felines with brightly colored blue and purple coats. They are social hunters, live in complex social structures, and mate for life. They are more intelligent than most animals, and possess limited telepathy that they use to communicate with each other and, to a lesser degree, other species. Although they normally hunt birds and small animals, some have developed tastes for gnomes and quicklings.

-I won't ask what a quickling is... so, tell me we're going.

-To a small town called Ulthar, where no man may kill a cat. It is not far from here, beyond the River Skai. There we can get what we need. And where the zoogs doesn't dare to go.

-Why?

-Oh, it's a long story...

-And why we cannot kill a cat?

-Oh, it's a long story, too...
 
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A German Star: Erik Fritz (31)

In the Dreamland
October 22-23th, 1952?


Fritz and Dross stayed for a week in Ulthar. The town was built on several hills which stood on the banks of the river Skai. Surrounded by suburbs of little green cottages and neatly fenced farms, the centre of the town was made of pink buildings, topped with old, peaked, red tiled roofs, overhanging upper stories and numberless chimney-pots . Everywhere in the town, large bands of cats roamed, and for some reason one of then seemed to take a fancy to Dross. And more strangely, the wizzard also grew fond of the car. It was one grey and tiger-striped half-grown kitten which he fed daily with the spoils of his own meals and occasionally with a platter of cream.

Fritz had come up with a scheme to earn some gold without having to work too much: he made a deal with one of the tavern keepers to perform a little card contest every evening. In exchange for a healthy "compensation", the keeper accepted that Fritz "plundered" the regular customers of the tavern, all male and mostly good-natured. All of them fell for Fritz's challenges and, all of the sudden, they found themselves quite drunk and without a coin in their pockets. Of course, the odds of loosing a card game to a drunk farmer were quite low, but Fritz had enough understanding of human psychology to occasionally allow himself to be trashed, since this inevitably led to the poor bugger spending his earnings on trying to win again and again to. In exchange for attracting large crowds, eager to see the “man with the golden hands” to the tavern, Dross and Fritz slept, ate and drank for free, and also got to keep half of the wages.

After a week, the tavern keeper had made a small fortune and Fritz and Dross a much smaller one, thanks, in part, for Fritz's unrelenting chase of the more comely girls of Ulthar. On his part, Dross had spent his time at the small Temple of the Gods of the Dreamland, home to priests and their ancient records under the watchful eye of patriarch Atal and which was notable for keeping the last complete copy of the infamous Pnakotic Manuscripts of supposedly pre-human origin, and the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan. The necromancer took full advantage of his stay to delve deeply into their secrets, in exchange for which he told the Temple priest, ancient beyond measure, some things he had learnt about the lost city of the Archiborean race. Finally, after buying what they needed (dried meats and fruits, hard bread, ropes, torches, thick blankets, a small hatchet and some bizarre mountaineering equipment), they left the town. Before leaving, Dross carried the striped kitten in his arms, patting it all the way across the stone bridge over the River Skai.

-What’s up with the cat? - asked Fritz- Our provisions are meagre enough, but I don't think were are going to need to eat him?

Dross shook his head.

-Far from it, you hungry ape. This little friend will serve as our bodyguard. Remember the beings in the woods, the Zoogs? They won’t dare go anywhere near him.

-That old story of yours...

-It has to do with a war and a pact, things that happened many years ago...

-Oh… all right...

Soon Dross seemed to be vindicated as they penetrated into theuncanny gloom of the Enchanted Wood. The strange whispers, creaks, and cries grew until they became omnipresent, and Dross explained they were drawing close to the city of the nightmarish things, much to Fritz's displeasure. Suddenly, the twisting forest path gave way to an open space, where ever more of the mighty oaks were dead or dying as Fritz and Dross entered into the clearing. Then, suddenly, the cat meowed and ran away through the forest in great leaps.

-He goes back to his kin in Ulthar - Dross said, turning slightly to Fritz. Then, he shouted in the general direction of the cat - Thanks for your help!

Very intrigued, Fritz shot a look at his companion

-You're going to miss that cat... who would have guessed you had a soft spot in your soul, after all... or that you even had a soul.

-Be silent, defiler of silence! You know nothing, Eric Fritz, nothing at all! - for a change, Dross looked visibly angered-. We’ll no longer need it for protection anyway, the Zoogs fear this place - Dross explained, as he walked towards a huge stone slab inlaid in the forest floor -The previous inhabitants of this forest were banished ages ago, and while the Zoogs do not remember them, they still have enough sense to fear the place. So we’re going down below here.

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The Enchanted Wood had a story of its own...

-It looks like a dangerous place...

-Yes, Fritz, this will be tremendously dangerous, the worst part of our journey, I fear. As far as I know, no one has ever got past what lies beneath this stone, ever. Of course, as far as I know, no one has ever tried either. Keep in mind one thing. What happens here is real! Hurt yourself here, and you’ll bleed in the waking world. Die here… and you’ll never wake up.

Fritz remained silent for a few seconds, then shrugged.

-Well, now I miss my ignorance, but, knowning what may be in store for his... let it be.

-We are going to find things that might not... be.

With these troubling words Dross began to mutter an ancient incantation in a language long forgotten, that Fritz had never heard before. It went for quite a long time, so, when it was over, the night had already settled.
 
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A German Star: Erik Fritz (32)

In the Dreamland
October 22-23th, 1952?


Once the stone was removed, Fritz and Dross were hailed by an exhalation of air so foul-smelling in the subterranean darkness that greeted them. The situation did not improve when Dross gave Fritz some thick cloth to tie around his boots.

-Why? Oh, I think I don't want to know, so...

-We cannot risk waking up the Banished Ones, and trust me, my doubting ape, their hearing is excellent even if they are totally dumb themselves.

-The Banished Ones... -Fritz muttered and went on- Damn it, man, I’m beginning to think that you’re just making those names up while having the time of your life at my expense... never mind, what's next?

Druss simply shrugged and said:

- Unless all what I learnt is wrong, the former inhabitants of the Enchanted Wood were banished below ground by the Elder Ones, some old Gods that were angered with that people for worshiping the Other Gods. The old manuscripts that mention them are quite vague. All that is said is that they’re big and ate people. Ah, and they were nocturnal so I assume they will be asleep now, but better walk carefully. If we wake one of them up, we’re probably done for..

-Their city!?

-Yes, they’ve apparently built a city right at the foot of these stairs. Let’s get going!’

After several hours of walking, the smell grew stronger when they reached a huge doorway, easily more than ten metres high and four or five wide that would have made Tolkien proud. Beyond the doorway, there a cavern so vast that its limits were lost in the distance. Inside the cavern there was a forest of large stone towers, so high that their tops vanished into the complete darkness far above. An eerie kind of half-pale death light with no apparent source allowed Dross and Fritz to see their way so they quickly put out their torches.

Above the door a strange sign was carved, one that Dross identified as the Sign of Koth, a symbol of power to keep gates and doors closed. When he turned to Fritz pointing out at the sign, a soul-sickening rumbling sound horrified the two men. It took them a while to identifiy the noise asto the snoring of some kind of enormous creatures.

-Now we have to cross their city -Dross whispered- Take care with the food of the Banished Ones.

Feeling like ants in a fossilised forest, Dross and Fritz marched carefully trough their silent and deserted streets. Fritz’s heart was beating so hard he had trouble breathing, and looking at Druss’s grey face, he had a strong suspicion he was seeing the reflection of his own terrified visage. Gritting his teeth to stop them from clattering and grabbing the hilt of the Rune Sword two-handedly, Fritz kept walking. Terrified or not, he was not to go down without a fight.

Eventually, they left the city and entered into an open, mossy ground. To one side there was another caave where the most impenetrable shadows reigned. Call it instinct if you wish, but something told the two travellers to avoid the opening like the plague. Then, after crossing a field of monoliths, a new horror came upon them. At the foot of one of the monoliths, the hard ground had been excavated, an enormous four-pawed creatures laid in a shallow grave. The corpse had been torn in many places, and from these wounds a swarm of repulsive beings of a slightly canine appearance were feeding with ghoulish appetite. When one of them noticed the newcomers, all the swarm turned in their direction, observing the intruders with bared teeth.

-Well, don't worry, Fritz -happily exclaimed Dross-. Those being are called Ghouls, and they are interested only in those already dead. The land of the Ghouls lies between the worlds. Where ever in the waking world that there is a burial site, the land of the Ghouls touches it, so they can move to and fro from the Dreamland to the waking world. Come, I will speak with them.
 
A German Star: Erik Fritz (33)

In the Dreamland
October 22-23th, 1952?


Once again and with some undiminished disgust, Fritz remembered how Dross made polite conversation in the guttural language of the grave-robbing Ghouls of the Dreamland and had managed to persuade them to help the two voyagers. During the last two weeks Dross and Fritz had asked and talked their way across the Ghoul realm, ever narrowing down their search for the Fontanka graves. The Ghouls had some knowledge about the graveyards they haunted, and most didn’t stray far from the cemeteries of their home, because shockingly, as Fritz had learnt, Ghouls were men once which had degenerated to their present condition due to their necrophagous habits.

It had been relatively easy to find the region of the Realm which was in contact with the graveyards of Moscow, since it had attracted many immigrant Ghouls with its abundant supply of flesh in the last decades. Finding Fontanka had been much harder though, until luck had smiled on them and found a young Ghoul who kept apart from his brethren and fed in secret from some rich personal cache. It goes without saying that the other Ghouls had informed about that solitary brother and wished them to find his hidden food source. So, they directed the two voyagers in the probable direction of the young Ghoul, that they were able to locate eventually. It was then when Fritz discovered that the Ghould meant by young, that is, the monster still retained most of his human traits. Somehow that only made the thing more hideous, Fritz thought.

-Anyway, this is how we’ll do -Duhrn whispered- I will talk to him and distract his attention, while you circle behind and grab him. Then we’ll interrogate him and force him to take us into Fontanka, if that’s where he’s been feeding.

Fritz nodded and sneaked away, making sure the feasting creature didn’t see him. After a while, he heard Dross talking in the guttural and barking language of the Ghouls, but he soon switched to Russian. Fritz admited to himself that the bastard from the Secret Service was a valuable asset for knowing so many languages. Suddenly the conversation became very agitated. Apparently the Ghoul had turned aggressive, hissing out Russian words that sounded very unfriendly. Peering over the crest of a dusty heap of rock, Fritz saw Dross keeping the menacing creature at bay with a drawn dagger. Unsure about what had happened, Fritz rose and moved behind the hissing and screaming thing, noting with disgust that it still wore the remains of some kind of uniform, rotting away now and covered with a foul smell that almost made Fritz to poke. In the last instant the Ghoul turned, but he was inmovilized when he received a vicious kick on the head. Before the creature could even recover pushed the razor-sharp point of his sword to its throat.

-No! Mercy! -hissed the ghoul, it’s horribly degenerated features only too human expressing a great fear and desperation.

-Fritz, 'you know what…? I think it’s some former officer of the Third Section of the Illuminist High Police! Look at his uniform! - Duhrn exclaimed, looking amazed.

-What? Who?

The Ghoul whined and moaned.

-Kirilenkooo… Lavreeentiy Ilyiiich Kirilenkooo… Yeees, that waaas my naaame…

Even if Dross what quite curious about the events that surrounded Kirilenko's downfall, he was in a hurry, so, to get the Kirilenko-Ghoul 's mind returning into more pressing matters, he shouted the Ghoul into silence, underlining his words with cruelly placed kicks which made the Ghoul to howl with pain.

-Hey, take it easy there! -Fritz protested- He can’t speak much while you’re kicking him in the balls, can he?

Dross paused.

-Too true -he sighed-. The important thing is, can you lead us back to the Fontanka? We need to go there, but we promise we won’t tell about it to anybobdy.

Suddenly looking hopeful, the Kirilenko-Ghoul looked up at them.

-And not tell other Ghouls? Promise?

-Promise. Now, walk!

The transition from Dreamland to waking world was as sudden as it was quiet A cave mouth in the side of a black cliffside turned out to lead into a small brick room with a dirt floor. There was such a noxious smell of rotting flesh around that Fritz and Dross couldn’t help gagging. There were lights in the room, but their torches revealed that most of the floor had been dug up and filled with bodies, which had then been covered with a thin layer of dirt and lime. A steel door in one wall offered an obvious way out of the room.

-Locked the door is, until new bodies they bring…’ the Kirilenko-Ghoul whispered.

-Right. Now, get out of here! -Dross ordered.

-Now what? Do we open the door? -Firtz mused- To find armed guards there? But we don’t have any guns! Guns will work here in the waking world, won’t they?

-Oh yes, indeed! - answered Dross. -You’ll have to use the sword at first, to capture some guns so we can be properly armed. So, let's go! Show me how you defeated the dreaded Pirate Bunte Kuh!

Holding the sword ready for a decapitating blow, Fritz knocked on the door leading into the bowels of the headquarters of the Iluminist police.
 
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A German Star: Erik Fritz (34)

Secret Police Headquarters, Moscow
Night between October 22nd and 23th, 1952


Suddenly, Fritz remembered something.

-Wait! -he wispered- If this is the waking world, why don’t we wake up?

Geoff Dross look shocked.

-Really? Do you want to enter into a debate about metaphysics? Oh well, if you insist... normally we would have, but the magic that made us to sleep put us in that state, in such a deeper and harder level that is it hard to wake from for just this reason. However, it will be easier for you to wake up here in the waking world, so, try to maintain a constant level of state of mind or you will send you back to your body in Redemption faster than you can say "fug! Now lets get back to business, shall we?

"Once more into the breach", Fritz thought as he stood by the door with the sword while Dross stepped forward and knocked thrice. Almost instantly, there were heavy steps approaching and the door was thrown up. Dross took a couple of steps backwards.

-Who the fuck is in there! -a deep voice exclaimed. Whoever it was, Fritz understood that he was angered and speaking in Russian. There followed metallic sounds coming through the door; a gun being cocked and then a large man in khaki uniform jacket with blue and red stripe. In his right hand a Kotarev pistol was aimed steadily at Dross’s chest.

Before he could think about it, the sword flashed in a brilliant arc. The Russian froze, a look of utter amazement in his features that soon vanished as his head fell off a fountain of blood exploded against the ceiling. Hardly waiting to pick up the Kotarev pistol, Dross moved forward while Fritz wasted a second with a quick glance into the dark corridor to make sure there were no more guards. Seeing none, he rushed after Dross, that was moving forward at a surprising speed.

When they reached a corner between two corridors, Dross whisptered.

-There must be hundreds of cells here. We should try to find some sort of guard room or administration office where we can ask our way around.

Soon they reached the opposite corner, and stopped to look behind it before continuing. As they had reached the middle of it, two more policemen walked around a corner in front of them, still some ten metres away. All four men froze for an instant, before Fritz turned his sword into a speer and sent it spinning along the corridor to lodge itself just in the center of the breast of one of the Russians. Like his companion, he had been going for his gun but his body collapsed before finishing the move. The other Russian began to lift his Kotarev, but Dross, already with his gun in hand, fired first. In the confined space, the shot sounded more like an artillery blast. The bullet fired but the Russian, still shocked by the unexpected visitors and the vision of his comrade being impalled by the sword, had a shaky aim, and his bullet bounced harmlessley against the cellar. Before the Russian pressed the trigge once more, grinning cruelly, Dross aimed carefully as the Russian turned to run.

-Wait! -shouted Fritz, who, after recovering his sword, he launched it again. Hit in the left shoulder, the Russian went down, dropping his gun in the fall. When he rolled over on his back, unable to think and made with pain, he stared straight into the muzzle of Dross’s gun. It was a sobering image and the Russian stopped whinning at once.

Smiling still, Dross put the gun against the chin of the Russian.

-I'm gonna make you an offer you cannot refuse...
 
A German Star: Erik Fritz (35)

Secret Police Headquarters, Moscow
Night between October 22nd and 23th, 1952


After some "persuasion" one of the surviving Illuminist guars informed Dross about some interesting topics that, eventually, made the duo to find the secret cell where Dross hoped to find an ancient manuscript that contained untold secrets that, as far as Fritz knew, highly interesed his old chum, Chuck Oswald.. Eventually, to found the cell. However, when the cell was hopen, he was as surprised as Dross when they only found a bed, a table and a very beautiful woman who looked at the with surprise and some kind of amusement. Dross was shocked to no end, and the sorcerer, after pondering for a few seconds about their situation, turned to Fritz.

-Well, she comes with us and we get out of here right now! We’re about to get company!

He was right. The thundering of many booted feet was growing louder by the minute. Dross had taken position behind the cover of the nearby corner, and aimed his Kotarev down the corridor towards the door at its end. Fritz pushed the woman back into her cell for cover and drew both his captured pistols, cocking them in turn. He half-closed the iron door and hid behind it, after gesturing for Dross to hide too. He wanted to catch the Iluminist guards in mid-corridor, without any cover. Once he could hear the door in the opposite end of the brick corridor being pushed up and the sound of a great number of boots thundering on concrete came closer, he readied himself for the worst. After what felt like an eternity he kicked up the door and stepped out into the corridor, firing his pistols in turn at murderous rate. Dross dove out of cover and added his firepower to the fight. The half-dozenIluminist guards found by surprise on the receiving end of a hailstorm of led, and most of them were shot to pieces. Blood spattered the walls, obscenely caking the plaster-dust covered brick with red.

When both Tanks had exhausted their magazines after a few seconds of pandemonium, Dross shouted ‘Go! Go! Now!’ Running like a madman, he led the trio back the way they had come. When they slammed the door to the burial chamber shut behind them, the woman looked at themin horror.

-Are you mad? There is no way out of here!

Fritz frowned.

-She's still awake, so, how the heck is she going to get through?

-Of course, she is awake, but, don't worry, I have foreseen this. -then, Dross moved his gloved hand before the face of the woman in a complicated choreography of his gingers.

-Shhh… sleep.’..

Firtz could almost feel the eldritch power gathering in the stinking burial chamber and gasped in amazement. The woman was less impressed and, for a second, she looked like she was about to laugh out loud, then, all of the sudden, her eyes closed and her head fell. Frjtz gently caught her falling body.

-Wow! That’s some trick you got there, my boy! So now we can just walk through? She won’t get stuck on the wall?

-I believe so. After all, the Ghouls keep carrying corpses into the Dreamland. Why not a sleeping person?’

As they walked into the threshold of the Dreamland, furious pounding on the iron door was fading away in the distance behind them. The Kirilenko-Ghoul was waiting for them outside the entrance to the cave, at the foot of the black cliff. Looking hoped at the sleeping girl, he asked, hopeful:

-She dead? Can eat? Pleeeease?

-She’s just sleeping -Fritz said, smiling-. But if you’re hungry, they just dumped a stiff for you back there.

The Kirilenko-Ghoul jumped of sheer joy and raced into the cave, his long tongue licking the lips obscenely.

.That was just evil, Erik... - Dross said chuckling.

Soon they could hear the chorus of horrified screaming and gunfire erupting somewhere behind them.

-Well, shall we go on, old boy? How long is the lady going to sleep?

-All the way, I’m afraid. No telling what waking up in the Dreamland might do to her. She could materialize were I put her to sleep. Too many possibilities.

.You’re kidding! I’m going to have to carry her all the way back?

Dross, after gazing around, shook his head.

-If my memory serves me well, we have a shorter and safer return route. We need a real gate to take her through, as she's here in the flesh. Fortunately, I know were we can find a gate.. Let's go! The sooner we move...
 
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A German Star: Erik Fritz (36)

A Hidden Facility Somewhere in Atlantic City.
October 23th, 1952


When Fritz opened his eyes and saw the dark bulk of the secret ORRA base under the moonshine, our hero felt very happy.

-We made it! -he shouted, patting Dross' shoulder- I can’t believe we return on the same night that we left, we’ve been in there for ages! And in one piece! And with all my pieces together!

-Yes, the Dreamland can be confusing -Duhrn agreed, before putting two fingers to his mouth and give a whistle - Over here!

Friz looked around with suspicion.

-What the Jev's are you doing?

-I'm calling the men I posted here to guard the area while we wake up. You wouldn’t want to open your eyes and find some unpleasant surprise, would you?

-I guess not… - Fritz conceded, but frowning.

Six ORRA privates carrying Cobra machine pistols came walking through the room, stiffly saluting the twomen with a textbook ‘Hail Jev!". Leaving them in charge, Friz and Dross exited the room with still unsteady legs.

-You know, what, Dross? For a second I thought you were going to betray me.

-Really? I thought you trusted me! That hurts -Dross answered mockingly.

-Hardly as much as me tearing you a new asshole for Chuck to sodomize you! -Fritz replied, grinning.

-Very droll, my good ape-man, very droll...

-You known, nothing would stop me from slashing you into pork chops, after I rape your ass with this sword, that is.

-Oh please, stop it... -Dross began to look painfully bored with Fritz's antics.

After walking through a maze of corridors, Dross and Fritz reached one of the high security cells. After nodding to one of the guards, who opened the gate for them, they entered, even if Fritz was not to keen on doing that. Call it an old habit.

A man dressed only in a pair of black trousers sat on the floor, chained to the wall. He was dark, with a grizzled black beard and unkempt black hair hanging down in front of his penetrating eyes and aquiline nose. Fritz couldn’t help feeling there was something deeply wrong with the man – his skin had a grainy, coarse quality, and he should have been shivering in that cold dark place.

‘-Who are you? -he asked. Surely a prisoner of Dross' boys should be someone... interesting.

-My name is Jürgen Tess, Sieur, naught but a humble philosopher and student. I am being held prisoner here by these uncouth pagans! I beg thee, free me of my bonds, and I shall be forever in thy debt!’

The man calling himself Tess spoke Englsih like a native, although incredibly archaic . Still, he shook his head. There was something pretty weird in him. He could see the terrible scars left by the torture on Tess’s body and recoiled in shock. Then he noticed that the scars look old. Very old, in fact.

- Don't worry, Fritz -Dross said, smiling thinly. -He's not suffering. He’s not human!’

Seeing Dross, Tess hissed like an angered cat, baring his teeth.

-Damned be you, shaman, false priest!

-Well, in short. Some time ago, a extinct section of the ORRA resurrected this man, a necromancer of old, and tried to force him to teach them his blasphemous lore, without too much success, I should add. Just look at the unnatural texture of his skin- It’s the hallmark of the resurrected, the living dead! And besides… he’s Jürgen Tess, one of the fifty-nine!

-The fifty-nine? Fritz looked puzzled.

-He was one of the fifty-nine executed by the Spanish Inquisition after being convicted guilty of witchcraft and burned at the stake. Tess was burnt in the 17th century.

Leaving the cell, Dross added.

- He has been most uncooperative, in spite of our... persuasion methods, you know. Thankfully, what we found in the Fontanka would help me to find our next destination.

"More troubles", Fritz thought, quite depressed.
 
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