Hi!! *wave* 
First of all: Sorry for my spelling! I’m from Denmark and therefore my english is far from perfect. I will probably use some weird sentences which in danish makes sense but not in english. However I hope you will follow my ARR despite of that. I am new on the forum aswell, however, I just felt like writing a bit!
Also this is my first ARR ever and if you have anything that would make it better please say so. For example if I have to few battles and to much history or something like that. Or just anything on your mind! I probably do a lot stuff wrong!
Thx in advance.
No mods used.
VH/H
London – CHAPTER I
“Long enough have the silver sea hold us away from the brittish isles. Long enough good frenchmen have died at sea against brittish ships. LONG ENOUGH!”, the french king shouted from his balcony and thousands of french soldiers raised there hands while they roared.
“Follow me good frenchmen, and this will end, follow me now and never again a frenchman will fall at the hand of a brittish! To war - to London!”
The French King walked back into the room where he met his general, Camille d’Huston. “Can you lead us to victory in England? We need it!
In 1700 in the early fall Great Britain was clearly taken by surprise. First of all they didn’t even knew they were at war with France til an hour or so before the attack on London. Camille d’Huston, age 48, had hoped for this secret attack, and he was happy that his plan had worked. They didn’t meet any ships until the shores of the brittish isles were only a few miles away and of course that must be to late for the brittish to assemble a big enough army to repel the french, which together had more than 800 men
It rained hard when they sieged the city of London. Camille d’Huston had with his closest captains discussed it would be better to wait until the enemy ran out of supplies and had to come to the french. However they didn’t had to wait that long. The brittish had army ready a few miles away from London. This was not according to the plan, and Camille had to face that he now would be attacked by two fronts and against armies with a total of 500 men more than the frenchs army.
And so it began. Camille ordered the artillery to open fire. It worked very well! Before the first brittish cavalry even reached our ranks they deserted and ran back!
Camille felt triumfant. His men we’re winning decivesly against the first of the brittish armies. However, he wasn’t quite sure how big the other army were. His captain shouted at him and he quickly turned. Camille almost fell down from his horse: “Good god”, he whispered. His face went pale.
“That’s far to many, what can we, oh my god, we can’t”, whispered Camille affraid.
“Don’t EVER panic”, his captain said. Camille felt a bit annoyed, though, he knew his captain was right. He took a deep breath and ordered his cavalry units to attack the armered citizens. Their morale is weak and Camilles plan was to rout them quickly. He also ordered some of his line infantry to turn around and face the new and bigger army.
“General! Our cavalry is routing they accidnetly charged a pikemen infantry.”, his captain shouted. “If we can’t break the morale of the armed citizens of London, we can’t win, my lord!”
Camille turned his head and saw his captain was right. He couldn’t find any other oppurtunity as he was the french’s last unit of cavalry and he hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision – atleast he thought as a poor consulation, he wouldn’t live to regret it if so.
“Very well, my mighty bodyguards, france finest! Follow me, and LEAD France to glory, follow me now until death part us!! CHAAAARGE!!”, he roared and turned his cavalry at the closest enemy unit.
It didn’t take long before armed citizen were running in every driection full of fear.
However with only 6 bodyguards left in his unit he saw no other oppurtunity than to ride to safety until the few last english units routed.
That didn’t took long, the spirit of the english army was gone!
At 1700 in the late fall, the city of London was under the control of the french. However, Camille d’Huston’s army had taken serious damage and it would take a while to reinforce them.
But, that didn’t matter now, now when good frenchmen wandered in the streets of London!
First of all: Sorry for my spelling! I’m from Denmark and therefore my english is far from perfect. I will probably use some weird sentences which in danish makes sense but not in english. However I hope you will follow my ARR despite of that. I am new on the forum aswell, however, I just felt like writing a bit!
Also this is my first ARR ever and if you have anything that would make it better please say so. For example if I have to few battles and to much history or something like that. Or just anything on your mind! I probably do a lot stuff wrong!
Thx in advance.
No mods used.
VH/H
INTRODUCTION
Behind the white clouds and golden stars are the gates of heaven. From heaven there is a long way down to hell. Still, at this day a man who carries a flag white as heaven with stars mighty as god and who got a soul black as the devil himself is born. He who kill millions of good men in order to conquer and gain eternal glory is doomed to be a slave in hell forever.
25 years later
The French King looked at the mighty city of Paris from his balcony. The city was still burning after the recent revolution that led to his power and the fall of the old king - The Sun King. Helt felt powerfull. A general of his, Camille d’Hostun, walked out to him on the balcony, he didn’t say a word. However, the King of France began to whisper: “I don’t like to kill. However, I like to conquer. In order to conquer, I have to kill. Therefore I kill.” The wind blew mysterious past.
This french king had just conquored the Crown of France. This french king had thousands of men behind him. This french king was insane and eager after power, but, nevertheless, a genius at both warefare and economy - the best the world ever have seen - and ever will see.
Behind the white clouds and golden stars are the gates of heaven. From heaven there is a long way down to hell. Still, at this day a man who carries a flag white as heaven with stars mighty as god and who got a soul black as the devil himself is born. He who kill millions of good men in order to conquer and gain eternal glory is doomed to be a slave in hell forever.
25 years later
The French King looked at the mighty city of Paris from his balcony. The city was still burning after the recent revolution that led to his power and the fall of the old king - The Sun King. Helt felt powerfull. A general of his, Camille d’Hostun, walked out to him on the balcony, he didn’t say a word. However, the King of France began to whisper: “I don’t like to kill. However, I like to conquer. In order to conquer, I have to kill. Therefore I kill.” The wind blew mysterious past.
This french king had just conquored the Crown of France. This french king had thousands of men behind him. This french king was insane and eager after power, but, nevertheless, a genius at both warefare and economy - the best the world ever have seen - and ever will see.
London – CHAPTER I
“Long enough have the silver sea hold us away from the brittish isles. Long enough good frenchmen have died at sea against brittish ships. LONG ENOUGH!”, the french king shouted from his balcony and thousands of french soldiers raised there hands while they roared.
“Follow me good frenchmen, and this will end, follow me now and never again a frenchman will fall at the hand of a brittish! To war - to London!”
The French King walked back into the room where he met his general, Camille d’Huston. “Can you lead us to victory in England? We need it!
In 1700 in the early fall Great Britain was clearly taken by surprise. First of all they didn’t even knew they were at war with France til an hour or so before the attack on London. Camille d’Huston, age 48, had hoped for this secret attack, and he was happy that his plan had worked. They didn’t meet any ships until the shores of the brittish isles were only a few miles away and of course that must be to late for the brittish to assemble a big enough army to repel the french, which together had more than 800 men
It rained hard when they sieged the city of London. Camille d’Huston had with his closest captains discussed it would be better to wait until the enemy ran out of supplies and had to come to the french. However they didn’t had to wait that long. The brittish had army ready a few miles away from London. This was not according to the plan, and Camille had to face that he now would be attacked by two fronts and against armies with a total of 500 men more than the frenchs army.
And so it began. Camille ordered the artillery to open fire. It worked very well! Before the first brittish cavalry even reached our ranks they deserted and ran back!
Camille felt triumfant. His men we’re winning decivesly against the first of the brittish armies. However, he wasn’t quite sure how big the other army were. His captain shouted at him and he quickly turned. Camille almost fell down from his horse: “Good god”, he whispered. His face went pale.
“That’s far to many, what can we, oh my god, we can’t”, whispered Camille affraid.
“Don’t EVER panic”, his captain said. Camille felt a bit annoyed, though, he knew his captain was right. He took a deep breath and ordered his cavalry units to attack the armered citizens. Their morale is weak and Camilles plan was to rout them quickly. He also ordered some of his line infantry to turn around and face the new and bigger army.
“General! Our cavalry is routing they accidnetly charged a pikemen infantry.”, his captain shouted. “If we can’t break the morale of the armed citizens of London, we can’t win, my lord!”
Camille turned his head and saw his captain was right. He couldn’t find any other oppurtunity as he was the french’s last unit of cavalry and he hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision – atleast he thought as a poor consulation, he wouldn’t live to regret it if so.
“Very well, my mighty bodyguards, france finest! Follow me, and LEAD France to glory, follow me now until death part us!! CHAAAARGE!!”, he roared and turned his cavalry at the closest enemy unit.
It didn’t take long before armed citizen were running in every driection full of fear.
However with only 6 bodyguards left in his unit he saw no other oppurtunity than to ride to safety until the few last english units routed.
That didn’t took long, the spirit of the english army was gone!
At 1700 in the late fall, the city of London was under the control of the french. However, Camille d’Huston’s army had taken serious damage and it would take a while to reinforce them.
But, that didn’t matter now, now when good frenchmen wandered in the streets of London!
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