NationStates Jolt Archive

Official Title: Russian Empire, Morroccan Slave States, and Kingdom of Quebec

Common Title: Russia (or Antigonal)

Political System: Absolute Monarchy, local administration done by boyars (noblemen) who govern serfs who are slaves in all but name. Feudalism is still a major part of Russian life.

Ruler: Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich

Issue:
Dmitri Alexeevich
Yevdokia Alexeevna
Marfa Alexeevna
Alexei Alexeevich
Anna Alexeevna
Sofia Alexeevna (Princess of Morroccan territories)
Ekaterina Alexeevna
Maria Alexeevna
Fyodor III (Prince of Quebec)
Feodosia Alexeevna
Ivan V (joint heir to throne)
Yevdokia Alexeevna
Peter I (joint heir to throne)
Natalya Alexeevna
Fyodora Alexeevna

Capital: Moscow

Demographics:

Russia: 8.5 Million
79% Russian
4% Ukrainian
4% Nordic/Baltic
9% Mongolian
2% African Slaves
3% Other

Quebec: 300,000
39% Russian
56% Native American
2% African Slaves
3% Other

Morrocco: 1.5 Million
62% Native Morroccans
25% African Slaves
11% Russian
1% Spanish & Portuguese
1% Other

Military:

Garrisons:
Russia
Moscow: 27,000
Archangel: 2,800
Kazan: 37,000
Kursk: 5,000

Quebec
Quebec: 2,000
Montreal: 2,200

Morrocco
Rabat: 4,800
Marrakech: 2,000

Note: All major Russian ports have a garrison of 800 troops defending them from piracy and sea invasions.

Standing Forces:
25,000 Musketeers
28,500 Pikemen
40,000 Cavalry (mostly cossacks, Tatars, and, to a lesser extent, uhlans )
875 Cannons

Reserves:
37,000 Muskeeters
52,000 Pikemen
23,000 Cavalry
450 Cannons

Note: The Russian army is comprised entirely of peoples of Russian, Slavic, Ukrainian, Belarussian, and/or Baltic origin. Slaves, colonial natives (save a few "trusted" citizens who defend garrisons), and Tatars (Mongolians) are not allowed to serve in the military.


Fleets:
Gulf of Finland/Baltic
2 Ships of the Line
17 Frigates
11 Sloops

White Sea
6 Frigates
10 Sloops

Gulf of St. Lawrence
1 Frigate
6 Sloops

Off Morroccan Coast
5 Frigates
3 Sloops

Resources and Trade Goods:

Russia
Timber
Furs
Wheat
Shipbuilding
Fish
Coal
Wax
Horses
Wool
Livestock
Honey

Ural Provinces
Copper
Iron
Gold
Coal
Timber
Furs
Tin

Quebec
Furs
Timber
Fish
Wax
Lobster
Corn

Morrocco
Slaves
Cotton
Coffee
Palm Oil
Camels
Peanuts
Bananas
Salt

A rider came to the Imperial Palace with the following lettertor the tsar



The Glorious Nation of Tibet, which was previously closed to the outside world, is now curious of the other nations in the world. However, to preserve the Tibetan culture and ways of life, the following will be created.
*A foreign zone will be created in the city of Lhasa specifically for the foreign peoples to be entering.
*The foreign zone will measure 1 li by 2 li (.5 kilometre by 1 kilometre).
*All foreign business will be held in the foreign zone.
*All foreigners will not be able to leave the foreign zone under penalty of death. However, Tibetans may enter and leave the foreign zone as they please.
*All foreign peoples entering Tibet are in transit. They will not be able to leave their respective vehicles under penalty of death.
*In order for the Tibetan people to gain access to foreign knowledge, foreigners are asked to create schools to educate the Tibetan people.

The heat stung at the back of Ivan's neck relentlessly. He lowered his head over his head and let sweat drops roll off his nose onto his saddle. What a wasteland the young prince thought. He looked up at up at the rows of guards surrounding him and the deselet steppe landscape. Here he was, joint heir to the throne of the Russian Empire, sweating like a horse in the middle of this no-man's-land. Dmitri, the head of his guard force, looked up, a look of uncertainity on his face. His mood was reflected in the faces of every man in the party. Where were the fifteen scouts they had dispatched that morning to clear the road for the prince? They were suposed to have arrived back at least an hour ago. The anxious faces of the men at his side did little to encourage the prince.

"Ah, here they are!" Yelled one of the younger guards, Malkov. He gestured off to the west. Across the flat shimmering horizon of the late afternoon they could see several men on horseback riding towards them.
"Bet they found a caravan of wine and had themselves a good afternoon." Laughed Malkov. The prince squinted again, looking at the dark shapes galloping towards them... almost charging at them.

"Run, get out of here!" Yelled another guard, Alexie. With that the prince was hustled by Dmitri to the east.

"Come, we must go." Shouted Dmitri. Ivan looked back at the horsemen, they were now yelling in a strange language and whirling swords above their heads.

"Kazakhs!" Shouted Alexie from behind.

"Protect the prince!" Yelled another man. Now Ivan was speeding away from his baggage train, laden with gifts from the Dalia Lama of Tibet and the butter tea he loved oh so much. The Kazakh horsemen had closed in on the baggage train and were killing any men who had stayed behind to defend them. They greatly outnumbered the Russian troops. Dmitri yelled then reached for the princes' reigns from his own horse and tugged them. The prince came to a screeching halt and he almost toppled off his horse. He looked up. Twenty or thirty more Kazakh warriors, both on foot and horseback were coming straight at them now. They were trapped, encircled.

Instinctively the prince spun his horse around and charged headlong for the south. His thoughts raced. How had this happened? It must have been the Tatar scout he admitted into his party, Dmitri had warned him about trusting him. He was the swiftest rider in the kingdom, Ivan had thought he might have been able to impress the Lama with his riding. Or perhaps his body slave, Sajib who had come from Morrocco. Surely he would profit from the prince's demise. He looked back and what he saw cleared Sajib's name. The slave and his donkey were slummped side by side as horses' hoofs kicked up dust across their bodies.

This is not the way the prince was meant to die. The heir to the Russian throne. He supposed to be at the side of his father, the tsar. Or with his wife and newborn son, Ivan VI. Not like this. He still had to kill his brother Peter so he could take the throne for himself. He still had to enslave the boyars so he would have full power of the kingdom. He still had to teach his son to ride. So much had not been done. So much had -- and then all went black. The prince slumped over his horse, an arrow sticking out of his spine. Then he slumped to the ground. He shot a dying glance backwards. Dmetri had a pistol in each hand and was firing at the oncoming warriors. Then a Kazakh spear ran him throw. He saw Malkov fall from his horse and watching a man wielding a spear finish him off. He faced foward again. Alexie was charging foward, bleeding out of his right cheek. What had happened? What had gone wrong thought the prince. Then he heard a Kazakh man yell something, then watched two horsemen pursue Alexie. He could hear hoofs running off, back towards the baggage train in search of loot. He felt a sword prick him in the side and a beed of blood came out of him. Then he succumbed to the pain in his spine. He died then and there.

((OOC:Tatars (Mongolians) are not allowed to serve in the military.
Cavalry(mostly cossacks, Tatars, and, to a lesser extent, uhlans

thats contradictory

i'll take the wasteland off you'r hands if you want. im just saying.))