Scotland, Aztec Kingdom of

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Foundation: 1647-1656Dead.gif
Capital: ?
Religion: Roman Catholic?

By Martin Helsdon & James Gemmill

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Splinter state formed out of the remnants of Aztec armies in Britain after the The Danish-Bretan War. These were the final years of the War for English Independence and part of the wider conflict of the War of the Aztec Succession.

The Aztec Kingdom of Scotland was also called the Mictla Exile Kingdom. The name Mictlan refers to the lowest level of the Aztec land of the dead - located far in the north.

Many of the Mictla survivors fled to the Continent, becoming part of the mercenary army that was to become the dreaded Freikorps that ravaged the Republic of the Netherlands.

The History:

Still to be written.

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1645-1646 T159
Great Britain: Cromwell broke ground for the refoundation of the venerable University of Oxford and letters were sent throughout the islands looking for those learned men who had escaped the wholesale evacuation of scholars by the Dane during the Aztec War. In general order was restored as well and the roads made safe for travel. The nobles muttered amongst themselves about the need for a king and did this Cromwell have a claim to the thone, or would the Witan of old have to be invoked.

In line with this, Cromwell bent his back to securing the alliance of all of the remaining lords of the land. These efforts went very well indeed.

1647-1648 T160
Great Britain: Things began poorly for the English with the death of Oliver Cromwell of a flux in his camp in the Sussex countryside. This left his son, Richard, the new Lord Protector, though that worthy, who was travelling about the highlands and islands, did not hear of it for some time. Though his travells went well, doom had come upon the kingdom in his absence with the rising of the Montroses of Scotland and their Aztec benefactors....

Kingdom of Scotland: Diplomacy Highlands(f)
The Scots, once masters of all Britain, now rose again at the behest of their Aztec overlords to crush the southerners. A great host of highlanders (mustered over many years) and the Aztec Ark of the Covenant legions as well a great force of mercenaries led by the Prince of Nahuatl now marched south in grim panoply to destroy the Cromwellian regime. When word reached them that Oliver had died there was much cheering and a general heartening amongst the troops who had secretly dreaded meeting that fell general.

85,000 Scottish and Aztec troops thus swarmed south into Northumbria under the able command of Prince Kulhuz where the English, forwarned by their spies in Edinburgh, had mustered a paltry 15,000 men to defend Kingston. When the true size of the Aztec host became apparent some of the defenders hustled themselves into Kingston while the rest beat feet south out of the province. Kulhuz espied the walls of Kingston from a nearby hill and ordered his men to prepare for an assault. Reports had reached him from his own spies in the south, indicating that the main English force was still gathering at Birmingham. London, too, it said, was undefended still in ruins from the war against the diSfortza. If Kingston fell quickly he could bring the main Cromwellian force to bay and smash it, capturing all of Britain in one go.

Within Kingston the English defenders stared in horror as the fields before the city filled with rank after rank of Aztec and Scottish troops, marching forward in orderly waves to the beat of a thousand drums. On the walls Duke Gwynchar of Dyffed raised his hand and then dropped it. The heavy guns of the city belched flame and shot, dropping explosive rounds into the Aztec artillery battery. Mammoth explosions shrouded the Aztec guns in smoke and dust for a moment, and then the Aztecs opened fire, filling the sky with a rain of heavy shot and shrapnel.

The first assault crashed against the walls and crested, leaving a flotsam of blood running in rivers and the wreckage of most of the defense of the city. The English had held for the morning's battle, but only barely. Unfortunately for the Aztecs, Prince Kulhuz, commanding the assault on the bastions near the port, had stopped a stray round and had died by sunset. He was quickly joined in the afterlife within hours by Lucan Montrose, king of the Scots. The Prince of Nahuatl and the commander of the Tsunami legion then quarrelled amongst themselves about who was in charge for most of the night. This was interrupted by an attack by English cavalry on the siege camp, which caused much consternation and confusion before it was driven off. By morning, however, it became clear that the Spanish and Scottish horse that the Nahuatl had been commanding had been pretty much taken out of action by the night attack. The Prince waiting until the dawn sun had climbed above the distant sea before launching the second day's assault. This time it was no contest and the Aztec troops poured over the walls to minimal (but fierce) resistance. Kingston was in Aztec hands by the end of the second day.

With their king dead, the Scots now refused to advance further, sending riders to the north to find Prince Harry and inform him that he was now king. Unfortunately those riders fell prey to bandits and scoundrels along the road and never reached Edinburgh. And, indeed, it was meet that they did not, for Richard Cromwell, recently returned from the north with a Hebridean fleet, had swept down upon that city and landed some 11,000 men to storm its walls. The city, undefended save by milita and the city guard, fell and was put to the torch by the Hebrideans and their Strathclydean cousins.

Prince Harry arrived sometime later with the Campbell army from the Highlands and was enraged to find his home cold ash and broken stone. He was further disgusted to find his father's army trickling back north through restive Northumbria to regroup at the once capital.

Back at Kingston, the Nahuatl prince and the Tsunami commander - flanked by a very large fleet - pressed on into Anglia, where they easily overran the province and flattened the defences of Great Yarmouth. There they wintered. During the winter, however, English raiders attacked the garrison at Kingston and - the Scots having gone home - wiped it out, recapturing the province. With the arrival of spring, 1648, the Aztec commanders were faced with a dire problem. They needed to secure their rear area of raiders, but also needed to capture London and now recapture Kingston. Abandoning the southward drive, the Tsunami Legion turned north again, leaving the Nahuatl to hold Anglia. The Tsunami advance was harried constantly by English cavalry, which with the destruction of the Aztec cavalry force during the night battle at Kingston was slow to reach that city once more. The Tsunami Legion spent the rest of 1648 securing Northumbria, driving off the English raiders and clearing the roads to the north. Communications were restablished with the Scots and the Nahuatl prince spent the year chasing English rebels around the fen country in Anglia.

At the end of 1648, while London sweltered under an unusually hot fall, the Earthquake Legion (newly come from America) plunged out of the north and swept up the Thames to attack the Queen of Cities directly. The Aztec fleet sailed up as far as Thamesmead where there was good shoring to unload the troops. No sooner than the first longboat reached the shore and the Aztec rangers had piled out, though, than the treeline at the edge of the river erupted in flame as hidden batteries of English guns opened up on the Aztec fleet. At the same time, some miles down the river, a great chain was raised from its watery hiding place by great wheels. The army of Duke Ireton appeared upon the shores and opened fire as well. A trap long prepared and well hidden was at last sprung. The Earthquake legion, emeshed in its coils, howled in anger as the English batteries rained flaming shot and naptha upon the fleet trapped in the river.

The Aztecs, this ships tangled and aflame, swarmed to the shore and were immediately engaged by Ireton and his men as they poured ashore in disorder. Many of the Aztec ships turned back down the river and attacked the chain, but the shore batteries poured a fierce fire into them and the Hebridean fleet now closed the river, turning its own guns upon them as well. Ireton took his butcher's work in hand now, and the Thamesmean strand was a scene of utter savagery and slaughter as the English troops fired in volley at point-blank range into the struggling Aztecs. It took two days for Ireton to complete his bloody-handed work, leaving not one man of the Aztec army alive upon the riverside. Thousands who swam the river to the further shore in an attempt to escape were hunted down and slain as well by the provincial militia. The Aztec fleet managed to break the great chain but was still unable to fight past the Hebridean fleet, ending its days in ruined hulks and tangled wreckage so severe that all river passage up the Thames was halted for long months while it was cleared away.

The Prince of Nahuatl, many miles away in Great Yarmouth, cursed with black-hearted grace when he learned of this disaster. He had ordered the Tsunami back north knowing that the Earthquake legion would make the London assault. Now his plans lay in ruin. The Emperor would not be pleased.

1649-1650 T161
Great Britain: The English, their hearts bouyed by the victories of last turn, and the turning tide of popular support on the continent for their brave stand against the vile Aztec agressors, continued to fight on. Midway through the turn this was made clear at Kingston where the Wendigo Legion was encamped, cooling their heels while the Tsunami marched off south to fight the English. On a late afternoon the watchers on the seaward walls of the harbor espied a small group of Aztec transports fleeing towards the safety of the harbor. The city was alerted and all watched as the transports beat into the channel, hard pressed by three English frigates. At last the ships came within the shield of the cities guns and the frigates were forced to break off the pursuit. The crews were warmly welcomed to the city (their cargoes were rum) and the Wendigo commander spent his evening worrying about the whereabouts of the Spear of Fire fleet. It had gone north some time before to clear the sea lanes to Azteca of the verminous English. It had yet to return.

That night, while most of the city slept, figures rose from the crews barracks and stole down darkened streets to the harbor. Then, after some hours had passed, a sudden flare shell burst over the harbor and there were loud explosions. The crews of the 'Aztec' transports rushed the gates between the city proper and the harbor. Fires sprang up in the city and in the ruddy glare, the flag of Cromwellian England was unfurled over the guardian towers of the harbour mouth. The Wendigo Legion sprang from their beds and rushed to their positions, finding the streets blocked by overturned carts, burning buildings and wandering mobs of city-folk. The Aztec commander ordered his men against the inner harbor defences, while the populace was suppressed.

It took four weeks of fierce fighting in the harbor and the city to exterminate the English commando, but in the end it was done, leaving much of Kingston in ruins. It did not improve the disposition of the Wendigo Legion commander much to see at last the sails of the Spear of Fire fleet return from its northern adventures.

As the deeps of winter of 1650 settled fully upon the land, guards from the Wendigo command skulked into a graveyard outside of Kingston. There they levered the heavy iron door off of a large and grandiose tomb. Within they found a heavy lead coffin, anointed with brass and gold. This they worked upon for some time 'ere it at last yeilded to their hammers and chisels to reveal the burial place of the Prince Kulhuz. It was empty.

Kingdom of Scotland: For their part the Scots attacked south into Lancashire, attempting to roll up the English rear area while the Aztecs crushed London and Birmingham... The Aztecs, for their part, were tired of fooling around in this swampy foogy land. The fleet set to sea to sweep the tiny English navy aside, swinging south from Kingston along the coast. At the same time that the Scots were attacking from the north, the Tsunami Legion advanced into Mercia, intending to flatten Birmingham. Strong regional garrisons and fortifications were thrown up in Northumbria and Anglia to prevent the English from penentrating into the rear areas.

The English fleet, meantime, had long ago left its anchorage at Dover and swept into the far northern sea lanes, ravaging Aztec merchant shipping (much of it now headed home, turned back from continental ports). Substantial portions of aid shipments to Scotland and the Aztec armies in England were intercepted and captured or destroyed (though not all). After several months of free-wheeling piracy the Aztec fleet plunged back into the north and drove the English away from the sea-lanes. Serious damage had already been done, however.

In the midlands, the Tsunami Legion drove on Birmingham, scattering an English cavalry probe that had been entering Northumbria as the Aztecs advanced out. Birmingham itself was quickly taken under siege, whereupon the Aztecs experienced a serious shock. Clear to see upon the battlement of the Rose Tower, Oliver Cromwell could be seen commanding the defence. "I thought he was dead," exclaimed the Aztec general to his aides. "So did we!" they replied.

From this inauspicious beginning, things got worse. The city was strongly defended and the Aztecs were constantly harrassed by English cavalry. Two attempts to breach the walls failed bloodily and the Tsunami Legion was forced to abandon the siege and fall back north to the Lancashire border to meet the Scots who had easily reduced a lightly held Liverpool. Able to regroup, the Aztec-Scottish force attacked south again and this time they screened Birmingham with the Scottish forces while the Aztec advanced past into Sussex.

At the same time the Nahuatl troops in Anglia advanced into Sussex as well, intending to link up with them. This was accomplished near Badon and the combined force advanced upon London, which they reached by the spring of 1650. Duke Ireton having been slain by ASP agents, the defence was commanded by Admiral Blake. He holed up in the city and prepared to wait it out. The Aztecs established siege lines and started an exchange of artillery with the massive English siege guns. Only about a week after the siege began in earnest, the roving English cavalry forces materialized and attacked the Aztec lines. At the same time the army in the city sortied. The Aztecs happily gave battle, hoping to end the fracas immediately.

18,000 Englishmen (good and true) crashed into the 18,000 Aztec troops in a wild melee. Once the two armies had got to grips there was no quarter. The hatred between the English and the Aztecs went WAY back. The fields under the frowning walls of London were quickly a quagmire of blood and shattered bodies. After several days of fighting the Aztecs threw in the towel, their army shattered, and scampered back north to the safety of their base at Great Yarmouth (and the reserve army there). Cromwell, observing the aftermath of the battle, and the decimation of his own forces on that cruel field, brushed aside the worries of his men. "God will provide.", he muttered.

1651-1652 T162
Great Britain: The defenders of the Thames approaches saw some action as a fleet of pirates attempted a raid on London, under the guise of Cromwellian traders. The pirates were driven off, losing two ships and some marines. The few captured prisoners proved to be Greek mercenaries paid off with Swedish gold.

Cromwell, his army regrouped at London and reinforced by new levies and mercenaries from the continent, now looked north to reclaim his realm. Most particularly the city of Birmingham, now besieged by a Scottish army under Harry Montrose. With the situation with the Mictla in hand, Cromwell marched north with 34,000 men (mostly French and German mercenaries). Once Harry's scouts espied the size of the British army, the Scots abandoned the siege and wound up being chased all the way back to Lothian. There they turned to give battle on their home ground, for there was little place to run.

The battle of Arthur's Seat (April 14th, 1652) was fought in fog and mist, with intermittent rain, as the British army of 34,000 sought to trap the 15,000 Scots against the long bay and smash them once and for all. Cromwell's victory was complete and crushing, bare three hundred Scotsmen escaping the slaughter. Thereafter, local legend says, the rocks and stones bleed blood red every April 14th. In the wake of the victory, the Highlanders were brought to heel and Cromwell returned to the south, victorious. Now only the Mictla remained...

Mictla Exile Kingdom: The Mictla control Northumbria, Anglia, Oran, Emphyro, Nuadihibou and Abyssal.

Kingdom of Scotland: The Scots took it hard upside the head and then lay dead on a soggy field in Lothian.

1653-1654 T163
Great Britain: Cromwell regrouped his forces and prepared to weather an even greater storm than that which had gone before. His lords and generals were staunch, however, in their faith that the Lord Protector would prevail!

Aztec Kingdom of Scotland: The Mictla, now resigned to their fate and to their exile in this foggy damp island, now took steps to ensure that they would have a foundation for a new realm. Pache'li married a MacDougal princess and declared himself King of Scotland. The mantle of true heir of the Aztecs he passed to the noble Tapac Thirteen-Coyote, otherwise known as the King of the Mali Ax.

All the pleasantries taken care of, Pache'li avoided a fierce assassination attempt and sent Lord Rick forth with a strong army to reconquer the highlands. Rick's advance was met with little resistance at first, but then, like a ghost, the Cromwellian cavalry army materialized out of the haze and fogs of the highland hills and attacked the Mictlan camp at Dunfresmore. Unfortunately for Rick, the majority of his forces were Swedish and German mercenaries and these rascals turned their coats for heavy English gold. Rick's 6,000 Mictlans were mousetrapped by the 14,000 English and smashed. None of the Mictlans returned from the north to Kingston and Pache'li was filled with fear...

1655-1656 T164
Aztec Kingdom of Scotland: Things went very badly for the Scots in their attempts to raise the northlands against the Cromwellians. King Pache'li, Lord Mixli and Lady Gwen were all captured by Cromwellian borderers when they attempted to slip into the UK territories north of Northumbria. They were packed off south to London to visit the Tower. In Kingston Lord Mason was at a loss for what, exactly, he should do. There were rumors of unrest in Anglia and he needed to maintain control of Kingston. Cursing at the hapless luck of his King he marched off south with his army to crush the Anglian revolt...

Great Britain: Vigorous Catholic missionary activity in Hussite Anglia led to a marked rise of tensions between the Mictlan overlords (themselves Catholic) and the common folk (staunch Hussites). Cromwell attempted to convince the Archbishop of Canterbury to refrain from this 'explosive' activity, but received no redress. With the failure of this effort the Anglians rose up in arms, calling for the return of Duke Ethelbert (driven into exile by the Mictlans). Lord Mason, the Mictlan military commander, immediately marched south with his army to crush the revolt. Ethelbert, commanding an army of English volunteers, mercenaries and his own kinfolk, counter-marched into the province. Battle was already underway between the Mictlan garrison and the local rebels so Mason and Ethelbert plunged into a confused morass of strike and counter-strike between ragtag bands and wandering Mictlan military forces.

At the same time the Cromwellians took the opportunity to invade Northumbria with a large force. In Anglia, Lord Mason dismounted and, cursing, strode into a roadside inn in search of some beer and a moment of peace to peruse the latest dispatches from the north. Unfortunately the waitress had a pistol up her dress and got off two clear shots to the head before Mason's guards gunned her down. With his death the Mictlan cause sort of ran into a brick wall. Ethelbert crushed the Mictlan army in Anglia and Duke Williams advance on Kingston was met by cheering roadside crowds.

In London Cromwell smiled a little smile and turned back to the heaps of paperwork that grew from the mould of his office floor in his absence. Many of the surviving Mictlans fled to the continent and became mercenaries, swelling the population of landless fighting men that were finding such a demand for their services.

The Kings of the Scots, Scion of the Mictla, Lords of Kingston

  • Pache'Li MacDougal 1653-1656?

The Kings of the Scots, Viceroys of All England

  • Lucan Montrose 1647-1652

The Players

  • Jim Frediani T163
  • Keith Leinenbach T160-T162
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