Carlist War Events

The Royal Expedition carlist_war.1

… has amassed his forces, and is calling for one strong, concentrated push towards the capital. The Cristinos, expecting his assault, have made ready. The future of Spain will be decided here and now, at the gates of ….

The column stretched for as far as Javier could see, snaking between fallen boulders and scraggly bushes. The suffocating cloud of dust kicked up by ten thousand trudging feet had stained all their uniforms grey, washing out the last scraps of blue and white amongst them. At the rear of the column rode the priests and the ojalateros, with their ravenous appetite and everlasting stock of complaints. Ahead of them lay the Liberals, and all of the steel and gunpowder they could muster. He had checked his bandolier in the morning, and found five cartridges remaining. All he could hope was that the Liberals had only four.

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The King and the Fueros carlist_war.3 · dlc016

Turned into a mere province by the government of Maria Cristina, and occupied under martial law by her forces in 1833, the Basque Country quickly turned into a stronghold of Carlist cause. With the throne of Don … secured, the time has come to fulfill his promise to restore the traditional privileges of the Basque people.

Javier's hand shook as he grasped the door's handle, and threw it open. She was there - sitting on the bed, legs crossed, lap and hands occupied by a rented hand-loom. She looked up at the sound, pushed the loom to the side, and ran to him. The last time he was here, he thought, it was as if there was a presence lurking in the corner of the room, a gold-clad spectre that had driven him to take up arms. It was gone, now. Baldomero Espartero, the demon of Navarre, banished forevermore by an errekete's well-placed round. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and allowed the tears to flow at last.

All That Is Holy carlist_war.4 · dlc016

A brutal onslaught of policies enacted by the more radical elements in the Isabelline administration had led to a series of humiliations for the Church. From the seizure of Galician minifundias to the burning of churches in Zaragossa, nothing was spared, and nothing was sacred.

The priest, clad in mourning robes, stalked back and forth across the foyer. At last, he turned his head towards the waiting officer. \"Toreno and Mendizábal- that heathen- have stolen the tithe, repossessed our lands and expelled the Jesuits. Someone must put an end to this insanity! I beg of you, send me to Madrid, and I will visit the wrath of God upon them. The dogs of the heretic Cortes... I remember their names and faces. Each and every one of them.\"

The Siege of Bilbao carlist_war.5 · dlc016

Thus far, all prior attempts at conquering the vital port of Bilbao have failed. As the war is ramping up to its zenith, we may only have one more chance to force a victory here. A decisive strike on liberal garrison in Bilbao would not only improve morale, but also open up a new, vital supply route to our foreign backers.

"It is here where Zumalacárregui bled for the King. Perhaps it is here where we can turn the tide once more."

Carlism on the Frontier carlist_war.6 · dlc016

While Andalucía may be far away from the main theater of the war, its poverty is a constant source of tension behind the Cristino lines. The rampant banditry and lawlessness may be exploited to our advantage.

"Merely a group of roving bandits? Perhaps. But a highly useful distraction nonetheless."

The Carlist War carlist_war.7

Sidelined by the court in favour of … …, and ordered into exile by his late brother King Ferdinand, Don … has defied his brother's testament, and set out to claim the throne. The … cause is joined by traditionalists and those resentful of the government's centralizing tendencies.

Javier Larrañaga sat with his face to the sun. On each of his flanks, a line of tents ran along the ridge-line. Scattered around them were his brothers in arms - building fires, swabbing muskets, drying themselves after a dip in the mountain stream. The report of gunfire echoed in the distance. New volunteers, still wet behind the ears, handling a weapon for the first time in their lives. A whistle sounded. He levered himself to his feet with his carbine's butt, and looked to the South. There, beyond the Ebro, was his King's prize. Thirty thousand of his countrymen stood in arms to claim it. Let God's mercy carry them to victory, for the Queen-Pretender would spare none.