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This will be the thread for all players of the "Anyone for an MP game?" multiplayer games to post their AAR's about their countries after the end of each playing session.

The Players are:

rsobota - Kingdom of Aragon
Okawoa - Duchy of Apulia
CSK - Duchy of Alania
fasquadron - Kingdom of Rus
Ganso - Duchy of Albany
Shuma - Duchy of Toulouse
Manstein16 - Duchy of Saxony


As Ganso and Shuma were not able to play the whole first session, they will not post any AAR's here at the first moment, but they will as soon as they can make any progress. Manstein16 had to switch duchies several times and so he doesn't have, for now, a definite material for an AAR. This will change in the future.
 
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MultiplaARR, The Dukes Diaries I

MultiplAAR:
Anyone for being a King?

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APULIA 11 years of Conquest.

Robert Hautville sat and cried with joy, so much yet to conquer. Around his glorious realm he had virgin lands to conquer, occupied by the most distasteful peoples. Muslims and Orthadoxy inhabited the Isle of Sicily whilst 3 counties lay at his feet, the ones of Capua, Napoli and Salerno.

important extracts from his diary:

*Oh joy, William has been crowned King of England! I have sent him an silk cross, I hope to match his feats in Italy!

*Today i've audjested taxes so I squeeze every gold piece out of our peasants, I also have declared wishes to improve agroculture to support a large population and army.

*Aujord'hui j'ai declaré gurre sur le Capuans.

*We have occupied them quickly and to balance the favour, declared war on the south-eastern Sicilian sheiks.

*the two new provinces have been incorparated into our Duchy! we need to eliminate all possible hurdles from securing South Italy!

*Crime has been on the rise! Armed robbers roam the forests and streets of Bendeneto, gold has been severly cut off from the province...

*... This sickness has been going on for months! I must be on the way to death, Renoit my vallet tells me no orders have been entering or leaving the household. My realm is paralyzed!

*... I am better, thank god! However the situation is very sticky. Whilst I have been sick, Hungary has interfered in Sicily! By god, its a reality and they want to conquer Sicily from us. They have annexed 3/5ths of the Island from the Infidel and have made fresh claims registered in the Vatican. We don't have any claims but by god, we won't let some damn Hungarians take our territory.

*The war has gone well, fortunately we are well stocked in troops (although in debt with gold), we have laid siege to Palmero with 3000 men but the siege processes slowly... Minor Dukes and counts already aproach us with gold to spare their troops. Alas! the Hungarians have landed in Italy with two thousand and a half men!

*We have invaded Napoli to cut off the Hungarians inside Apulia, we lost to their army; but i'm told the Napolitains lost much more in the combat. I have decided to seige Napoli with 4 thousand men.

*Joy! We have captured Napoli and accepted their proposal for annexion. Before this, we had a fight against 50 foolhardy men charging against our four thousand men. Sergios Spartenos, the Napoli count was killed in the fighting and unrest ensued in the province. On other matters, we have concluded peace with Hungary, they paying 250 gold. I wasn't aware of this, but our Steward insisted in order to avoid bankrupcy...

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The battle was hard, we were scared...

*...Paying back the debt has forced me to increase the taxes on our wretched. The only good job in Apulia is the army...

*...I have married my sister to Catalonia in order to increase relations between our two mediterranean cultures. She writes that the beaches are lovely.

*...Debt is almost paid, but the army lusts for combat! I think Salerno needs to be painted GOLD.

*After an vain attempt to destroy the newly recruited Napoli army (seven hundred men) Salerno has been outflanked and completed crushed by sheer numbers. Life isn't fair.

*Horrah! Horrah! Celebration overtakes the capital! We have united South Italy under my banner. Salerno and Capua have been formed into counties (Salerno ruled by my 16 year old son). Also I tried some...

OTHER... counties

Dear Diary,

Today instead of replying to pointless pensions of Greek inderpendance, i've decided to do something new. I will write about 6 Dukedoms that have caught my eye in the last year...

BARCELONA: Now there is a noble Dukedom! Barcelona and Apulia are royaly married, (didn't you know) by my sister but we are quite distant. I know he has fought large fish in the Iberian pond and has become a vassal to the King of Castile. He hasn't expanded his boundries much however.

ALANIA: Although they are orthadox, one can't look at them without being impressed. Although I don't have a clear picture of their boundaries, I know they have fought the Cumans, allied with Pereyeslav. The only interesting news to come from Alania is their recruitment of the Georgian king as their marshall. They have expanded much however, coating the Don to Georgian, I don't know how far east they stretch to.

PEREYESLAV: ... I don't know much about Pereyeslav but that they have great potentional for power. I note them because of their successful resistance against the Cumans. This impressed me so much I had to offer my daughter to their kingdom, (she married their noble chancellor), I expect much out of this kingdom.

NYITIA: ... Where is Nyita? Is it in Hungary? However if it is the one I think about, I will have to expell their disgusting possessions from Sicily. They are indeed very greedy and may become the next king of Hungary.

APULIA: Glorious, just Glorious...

AN DENMARK DUCHY: I remember my jester telling me about this one... it was a joke about their women... however I suspect that this one will imitate Nyitia. I don't know how much it has expanded, it really doesn't deserve to be mentioned...


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Robert Hautville was very interested in other realms...
 
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The Epic of Barcelona

These distant days were the decisive days for Barcelona. Duke Ramon Berenguer, ah, the great and glorious Ramon Berenguer, was a great conqueror of lands who consolidated the previously small duchy into a regional power.

I - Zaragoza


Ramon Bereguer, pondering about his new expansion plans, was old. But he had a lot of ambition, and one of them was to conquer the petty Emirate of Zaragoza just south of his lands. After destroying the small taifa of Albarracin, it came to his knowledge that a bloody war between Aragon and Zaragoza broke out. The Aragonese were fools, he knew, but this was the perfect opportunity. Later on most of the troops of the emir of Zaragoza were besieging (read: banging their heads against the walls of) Aragon. They left Zaragoza with no defences, and all provincial militias have already been called for the war against Aragon. What a perfect opportunity! The great, genial and holy Duke Ramon Berenguer mobilized and pounced Zaragoza.

And while he was besieging the small city of Lleida, a knight suddenly appeared from the dark. It was, guess who? Rodrigo Diaz the Vivar, El Cid! He took command of the forces of Barcelona and successfully assaulted the fortress of Lleida, ending the siege. Soon Barcelona was attacking the more formidable fortifications in Catalayud and Zaragoza itself.

The emir of Zaragoza was furious. He simply didn't consider that he would be stabbed in the back in this fruitless war against Aragon. He tried by all means to destroy the glorious and most Chirstian armies of Berenguer, however, he failed and soon most of the lands previously owned by Zaragoza were in Christian hands.

But duke Berenguer was smart, and he knew that Barcelona was still to small to withstand the powerful emirates to the South, mainly Toledo. So he pledged allegiance to the king of Leon, Alfonso Jimenez. Sly that Alfonso, as he was a genius of intrigue and had dethroned his own brother, Sancho.

II - The Endless War

Not soon after Zaragoza was conquered, the emir of Toledo declared war upon Leon and Barcelona in an attempt to restore heathen sovereignity over the new christian lands. Most of the armies of Duke Berenguer were mobilized, and he thought he would be safe from Moorish armies. That was an illusion, and soon he saw himself fighting with reduced armies against the huge divisions of the emir of Toledo and his thugs. The fighting was dangerous, difficult and bloody. Over twenty years several attempts to restore peace were made, but denied by that stupid heathen in Toledo. Finally all of his armies were concentrated in besieging the lands of the glorious duke Berenguer, while most of his western possessions were being taken without any opposition by king Alfonso. Tarragona was taken, and soon the emir of Toledo died in battle. His son, also mortally wounded, ill and depressed, rose to the throne and continued to attack solid fortifications in Barcelona and Catalayud. Revolts were spreading, and duke Berenguer barely had an army. Finally, hope came. King Alfonso demobilized some of the duke's divisions, and they were organized and launched against the Moslem invaders. The siege of Catalayud was broken, followed by the siege of Barcelona. And even in the darkest days of Barcelona, when it seemed the heathens would take everything, a brave man called Wilson Siquera Cardenas made his speeches encouraging all the christians in Barcelona. One of his famous preserved speeches was this, given in 1074:

Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilisation. Upon it depends our own Catalonian life and the long continuity of our institutions and our Duchy. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us now. Toledo knows that it will have to break us in our castles or lose the war. If we can stand up to it, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the rest of Christian Europe, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science and religion. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the Duchy of Barcelona and its vassals last for nine hundred years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'

The fighting was tough, and neither Barcelona or Toledo would give up from it. Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar, el Campeador, repeatedly destroyed the siege weapons of the Moors therefore ending all the progress of their sieges. Finally the moors were expelled, and peace was concluded. But the fighting continued between the rest of Leon and Toledo, which was losing all of its former territories because of years of endless warfare and destruction. Ramon Berenguer, this time careful enough to be fighting under the banner of Leon, took Castellon from Toledo and made it a part of the growing Barcelona. By the time the wars ended, not only he was already grandfather of talented children, he ruled upon a land with double the size of his previous holdings. And he already had another, young wife, who came from the distant areas of the Duchy of Apulia.

The future was now promising.
 
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In place of an actual AAR, I feel I should explain the unfortunate circumstances surrounding this session of the game.

I began as the Duchy of Swabia. We needed someone to occupy central Europe and I, in my ignorance of the composition of the Kingdom of Germany, thought that Swabia sounded swell. Following two hours of gameplay/numerous rehosts, however, I decided that earning 0.5 gold per month was no way to spend the next 900 years (during this reign I managed to conquer the pagans between Finland and Germany, driving my duchy severely in debt, only to have the German king give them to Saxony. So I made the jump to a Danish duchy during one of the rehosts that was occuring once every 15 minutes. I mobilized my armies, declared war on more Baltic pagans, and began marching my army overland to their destination. CTD. Joined back up about 6 months later in game time only to discover that the brilliant AI had blown 300 gold that it didn't have by sending my army across the Baltic instead of overland. Not feeling inclined to spend the next 100 months (literally) paying that debt off, I switched after the 100th rehost to Saxony, figuring I had conquered most of their lands for them anyhow. I played for a wonderful 15 minutes, at which point another player suffered a CTD and we decided to call it a week. I did manage to start taking screenies for that 15 minutes, however. And so, if the reader is willing to suspend disbelief and indulge in an AAR that begins a decade after all of the other AARs, I shall begin :)
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Duke Magnus Billung (1045 - ????)

I know, not exactly a portentous name for a dynasty I hope to make great but hey, I had to start somewhere, right?

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This is Magnus. Magnus isn't the best-looking bloke around. He isn't the most-talented bloke around. Hell, he isn't much of a bloke in general. That being said, the king of Germany, in his infinite wisdom, decided to place Magnus in charge of governing the pagan lands bordering the Baltic that the Duke of Swabia had recently captured. Maybe the King held a grudge against the Duke of Swabia for some long-forgotten slight. Maybe he felt guilty for seducing Magnus's wife. Who knows. The point is, this unexceptional Duke had the King's favor and he intended to use it. First things first, establish his power throughout his lands.

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At the start of the reign of Magnus the Church held quite a bit of power throughout the lands of Saxony. Magnus, never a fan of confessing his many sins on a regular basis, decided to change this. And so he he instituted regal supremacy throughout his lands, replacing the Church's superiority with his own. Reasonable enough. Spiritual power didn't do one much good without temporal power as well; after all, the Church only held sway on Sunday. And so Magnus instituted Feudal Contract throughout his lands as well to gain the loyalty of his vassals. He would need it if he planned on embarking on a great crusade to pacify the pagan barbarians to the north and east.

This was about the time we lost rsobota. Weary after 5 hours of continuous rehosts, the general assembly of players decided enough was enough and called it a week. And so we must wait until next Sunday to see how Magnus fares.
 
Okawoa said:
AN DENMARK DUCHY: I remember my jester telling me about this one... it was a joke about their women... however I suspect that this one will imitate Nyitia. I don't know how much it has expanded, it really doesn't deserve to be mentioned...[/I]

Now, now. Let's not be ripping on Magnus the Weak. He may be rather pitiful now, but just you wait. He'll find a way to bring the German hordes down upon you if you keep it up :p
 
Don't call Magnus weak. On several occasions I have been able to seize the Danish crown as Magnus.
 
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Don't call Magnus weak. On several occasions I have been able to seize the Danish crown as Magnus.
The Danish Crown :p? You should have started as the av Munso and taken the Swedish crown, Manstein. But then, I guess we will make some concessions to you if you fall far behind.
 
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The Danish Crown :p? You should have started as the av Munso and taken the Swedish crown, Manstein. But then, I guess we will make some concessions to you if you fall far behind.

The thought had crossed my mind; unfortunately, my first two campaigns (if you include "The Norseman Cometh") were played as av Munso and I was rather adverse to several more months of him, especially seeing as how I've only been playing this game for 2 weeks :p Don't worry about having to make concessions; I might not have much room to expand, but I'm also under the umbrella of the HRE which should keep me secure for at least the first century (provided I don't piss of my liege, in which case he'll simply extinguish me like a candle).

Looking forward to the next round though. It's a shame we'll have to wait so long.
 
I actually chose Alania for not only the good position, but also interesting neighbours and to prevent having too many players in the west. As an orthodox country, it also is different from the normal catholic countries.

Not being forced to run on I crusade I don't want to should be good, as well as the battle of the underdog religion. But now let's start. From reading a bit I know the Alans were quite a warmongering tribe that converted to christianity and got it's ass kicked later on, so basically exactly my style to play. But now let's go on.




Alania in the struggle for an Empire
or, how Alania got it's ass kicked and managed to survive with Russian help​




This story takes place in the early middle ages, basically right after the battle of Hastings. Of course, at this time the Prince of Alania didn't even know England existed, not to talk about events there. Not that others would have known Alania existed though.

The Prince of Alania, Durugel, with the pathetic dynastic name 'of Alania' was at this time already an old man. His first daughter had died long before, and his grandson already was of mature age.

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Durugel had been raised in a monastery, what certainly should have an influence over his doings later on. On the other hand he was a man who liked to combine the need for an heir with the joy of producing it.

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His realm at this time was not only surrounded by enemies, it had a lot of them in itself as well. Although the nobility of course was christian, the peasants were not. A circumstance Durugel could and would not agree upon. He would force them into conversion, but only if needed to. First of he tried it peacefully.

In his neighbourhood, he seemed to be surrounded by heathens. The Khazars in the east and the Tribe of Kasogs in the west were still the smaller once. Much to his fear, the Cumans and the Emirate of Derbent in the south were not. Greedy as they were they certainly would try to seize his land soon enough. But only over his dead corpse. As if they wouldn't have taken this as condition anyway though.

It was in these days that Durugel tried to get closer ties towards the Emperor of Byzantium and the local nobility of Constantinople itself.

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His first diplomatic act was the marriage of his son to Foteine of the house Kaukadenos. Although they held no direct political power, their family had some influence in the city. This was enough as a reason for Durugel, who also was convinced of her intelect.

And, to be honest, he was too modest to really ask for higher nobility. At least the Byzantines knew him and his realm, more than most could claim of themselves.

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Yasyna, Durugels only son and heir to his throne, was still at the Prince's court and not appointed count as Durugel knew he would need him too much in his own court. As marshal he certainly was of most use for his father. His marriage should prove to not only be a happy one, but also a long lasting.

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This could not be said of Durugels though, as his wife died only a few days after his son's marriage in labour.

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Although not particurlary happy about the reason behind his second marriage, Durugel still knew he needed a wife. After all, heirs were very important in an age a quarter of all new born children died soon after their birth, even in highest nobilities, which Durugel certainly was not part of.

The more sons and daughters he had, the higher was the chance his dynasty survived another generation.

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As already mentioned earlier, Durugel was no man to step back and agree on heathen demands. He was a man of peace, but if forced to he would use violence. This was the case in early september, exactly the time of the harvest, when the peasants refused to work for a christian.

This even improved when the burghers in the capital itself started an open rebellion. The Prince, now really angry about them, started to kill every non christian, should they not convert and accept him as their overlord. Although this was a harsh method, Durugel knew it was the only way to keep power over his lands.

The next few years were of peace, even more than the last had been. The only events to pass Alania at this time were the birth of Yasynas first son, Burikhan. He, as the first grandson, was planned to be the next heir to the throne of this peaceful country, should he survive until then. Only a few months later, this grandson became a new aunt. Theodora had born her husband a daughter, who he named Rusudan in memory of his first wife.

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Nice work, CSK. I'm looking forward to reading about how you survived the pagan assault. I missed it during one of my frequent CTDs; one minute you're down to 2 provinces, I'm out for an hour, and upon my return you dominate the area :D I'm eager to finally discover how that came about.
 
However somehow Durugel started to think a curse lay upon him when he received the news his beloved second wife Theodora died as his first, in labour, pregnant with his child.

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Now he tried to turn his attention elsewhere, but couldn't. This only changed when he found the Cumans to be at war with the Khazars. Durugel always had been greedy upon the rich lands of Itil, and so his plan was easily to steal the Cumans siege. But although they won the battle, they stopped their war once Durugel had started his own. Of course, as the Khazars had lost most of their men defending their home against the Cumans, it was easy for Durugel to jump into the breach and win the lands. The Khazars later on disappeared from our European map and from the history books. They shall not be mentioned anymore.

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Now Durugel turned his attention westwards, to the Tribe of Kasogs, which had been there too lond anyway in his opinion. At the same time he had to fight the Tribe of Itil, which strangely wasn't placed in Itil itself, how should it be was this province Alan, but north of the Cumans. Although he had not expected it, it was possible to pass the heathen lands and fight in the north. In the end he was victorious, however, it did not feel as good as he wanted it to, as his only ally, the Kingdom of Georgia, had been annexed by the Emirate of Derbent. The Prince had the chance to save them, but knew it was impossible then and he would only have lost his own lands as well. He managed to convince the former King of Georgia of this too, when he arrived in the Alanian court, and even could make him new Marshal. This should improve his mens morale, to be led by a veteran, a brave warrior for Christianity who had not given in until the last battle took place.

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Now, in 1072, Durugel turned more towards the Russian Principalities. Little he knew of them, but that they were fellow Orthodox and also in constant threat of the pagans. He found the new ally in the Principality of Pereyaslavl, which was big enough to be a Kingdom in his eyes. And as he was, they were enemies of Cuman.

This move should prove to not be smart, but be the only chance of Alanian survival. In the beginning of 1073, only a few months after his last campaign, he found himself in a war with the Cumans. They only had waited for an opportunity to strike and found it when Alania was still weakened from war and the manpower really low.

They poored into Itil without much of a competition. After all, the Cumans could use an army of three thousand and five hundred men, more than Alania could even muster at this time, not to speak about the fact most of these would have to get to Itil first. In the same time the Cumans had managed to take the capital of Pereyaslavl, Vladimir, and now turned their whole attention towards Alania.

Six months into the war, Alania had lost not only Itil, but also Kuma and even its capital itself, the province of Alania. On the other hand, Pereyaslavl had managed to gain a lot of land in the unprotected western flank of the Cumans. The Cuman's allies, the Tribe of the Pechenegs, had first been a threat towards the Russians and slowed them down, but Poland saw her chance in this and attacked the Pechenegs. So the Russians could, with passive help of the Poles, use their main force to go east. In this point, a country the Prince never had heard about before had saved his and his men's lives.

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Now, in September, Durugel died gloriously defending his home against the Cumans. He should never get the chance to know if his son managed to win this war. We shall.
 
With Durugel dead, his son Yasynya took over the Principality, or better, what was left of it. He had no time for a official crowning as he and his men had to prepare for the next battle already when Durugel had died.

It was in December of 1073 when things got worst. Only Yegorlyk and that one province in the north not even Yasynya himself knew the name of remained in Alanian hands. However, the Russians were a great help and together with them Yasynya and thousand of his most loyal men, most of them homeless as the Cumans had burned their villages in Kuma and Manych, managed to retake Manych and later Kasogs before the province in the north had fallen.

Yasynya was not as pious and righteous as his father. He knew he had to win this war even if he had to give up all he had. And so he chose to rather let the peasants in the north suffer from dysentery in hope the threethousand men of Cuman would get it as well. He knew the Cumans wouldn't let his fellow Christians live anyway, so the best was they would sacrifice themselves for the good of Alania.

At the same time Yasynya also thought about pledging allegiance to Byzantium, just to get their help. This could not be achieved though, as it had been a loss of face in the diplomatic world. A loss of a face he did not even have. He first had tried to convince his father to do this, but he wouldn't listen. In the end he died and Yasynya had no prestige at all. He even had a negative one, which made him think even the devil was more liked than him.

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Now, with Russian help, the Alanians managed to get all of their homeland back. Although this were great news, the Cumans still had more men than Pereyaslavl and Alania had together. This meant they would win in the end, once they managed to get their forces into the south. However, this never happened. Rather another Russian Principality, Chernigov, impressed by the advance of their neighbours, chose to fight the Cumans. Now, with more men, Pereyaslavl managed to win in the north, destroying the Cuman main army. From this day on the Pagans were broken.

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Again with Russian help, Yasynya took even the unprotected land of Azov. Of the former threat of Cuman, nothing stayed. In this years of fights, the Cumans had proved to be too strong for both allies, but not to survive another enemy.

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Chernigov now made peace, and so did Pereyaslavl. They had enough problems with the former Prince's grandson as new Prince and couldn't afford the war any longer. Of course Yasynya chose to ally again with Pereyaslavl. He was sure they once would unite the mass of independent lands into one Kingdom, and it sure was better to be their friend then. That they didn't help him any more was no problem. Not only his own lands recovered slowly, he still had his thousand men, more than the Cumans had now.

What will the future bring to Yasynya and his dyansty? Will they get their time of peace or will they have to fight on?

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The current political situation is certainly not the best for Alania as we leave it, but it could be worse. The most important northern threat nearly was eliminated, and Derbent was not in the right situation to win against Alania should Pereyaslavl help. Of course Yasynya wasn't to confident about this, but he knew this would impress his enemy.

On religious side Yasynya tried as his father had before, to convert the heathens by force. This did not work except for Tana though and he got quite some critics, even from his own priests. His rule was harsh, both by very high taxes and by his religious intolerance. This could of course harm him more than anyone else, especially in such a position, but he was sure it was the only way to save Christianity in his realm.

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We leave the royal family as it is now. The former heir to the throne, Burikhan, had died of mysterious circumstances not told by history. Some say he just died of an illness, others say he was murdered. We probably will never really know. As to Yasynya, he still was married happily with Foteine and had three children.

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Yasynya and his oldest son and heir. Will they ever see a period of peace? Or is Yasynya cursed to be the warrior in this story?

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And his other two kids. One should maybe mention Theodora is named after Yasynya's former mother in law.
 
Well, this is my first CK MP game, so I thought I'd celebrate this by starting my first AAR too... Tell me what you think.

Pereyaslavl was actually my 3rd choice for what Duchy to play, but as I hope you'll see, they rather grew on me.

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Game Of Kings

Princedom of Pereyaslavl, December 1066 - April 1077​

Lament, lament, oh people of Ruskaya, when Princes play the game of Kings...

Act III, scene IV of Shakespeare's "Vsevolod the First"




The Great Reformation of 1067: 1067 AD


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The lands of the court at Pereyaslavl in 1066

The foundations of the modern land of the Rus were built by the Prince Vsevolod Yaroslavich of the Rurikovich dynasty, who dwelt in a fine court in Pereyaslavl. Vsevolod Yaroslavich was a wise ruler, who had already sat on Pereyaslavl's throne for some 13 years, but after these many years of rule, he was little more secure on his throne than he had been when he had first ascended to the exalted office, and it was in no-wise certain that his son would inherit even a fraction of the power that Vsevolod Yaroslavich held. Thus the Vsevolod Yaroslavich called together the wisest persons in his court, and made them his council, and together Vsevolod Yaroslavich and his privy council re-wrote the laws of the Princedom of Pereyaslavl, so that the most able man of his male line would succeed to the totality of his power, which would be great, for Vsevolod Yaroslavich degraded the power of his vassals, and made himself the highest law in the land. Also Vsevolod Yaroslavich would increase the rights of the abbeys of the land, that he might thereby prove his love of Christ, and God's mercy would flow freely in his domains.

Furthermore, Vsevolod Yaroslavich and the able persons of his privy council would encourage the development in the techniques of road-building, siege-craft, and education. That armies and trade should move swiftly in the land, and the fortresses of their enemies should become weak to their war-hosts, and that the holy-men and nobles should be well-versed in stories of the Bible and the Rus.

Vsevolod Yaroslavich greatly subdivided his lands, sending out all those courtiers that he found un-needful to keep by his side to administer his domains. It is said that the jesters of Polotsk would tell of how one might tell a fool in Vsevolod Yaroslavich's lands by the possession of the title of count. But Vsevolod Yaroslavich worried not, for by putting even his fools to work, he attracted many able men and women to his court.

Within what lands still directly administered by the court in Pereyaslavl, Vsevolod Yaroslavich instituted the first postal system in the lands of the Rus, that they should be easy to administer, and his revenues might be great.

But Vsevolod Yaroslavich was not content to rest there, for he paid many hundred-weights of gold to the troubadours, that when they sang of him, they did not sing of merely the Prince of Pereyaslavl, but the Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides. In such wise, his prestige became great, and likewise did the authority he held over his vassals.

Even so, his vassals were greatly dissatisfied, particularly Dimitrii of Suzdal, a cruel, vengeful man, overly fond of the ways of deceit, who hated Vsevolod Yaroslavich simply because he was wise and virtuous. And Vsevolod Yaroslavich's vassals did cry out (as Dimitrii did direct them to do): "Vsevolod Yaroslavich, wherefore dost thou overthrow the laws of our fathers? Was not your own father well known for his wisdom? If you accept this is so (and surely you must, as your father's son), what has made his wisdom insufficient for you?"

To this Vsevolod Yaroslavich simply replied: "My father was a giant among men, and I stand upon the shoulders of his greatness. In such wise do I see further than him."

And most of his vassals found these words good, but Dimitrii of Suzdal still plotted Vsevolod Yaroslavich's downfall, which Vsevolod Yaroslavich knew full well, but nonetheless, he did not worry. For Dimitrii still ruled his lands fairly, and paid his scot to the prince, and if Dimitrii was fool enough to seek open confrontation, then putting him down would be as a child's game.

But as it would happen, Dimitrii and Vsevolod Yaroslavich would never have their final showdown.

By the end of Vsevolod Yaroslavich's reforms his prestige was so great that even the mighty King of Poland sought him as an ally, and this Vsevolod Yaroslavich embraced, for he knew he might face dangers greater than Dimitrii of Suzdal. And in time the wisdom of this bond-making would be well-proven.




The Crusade of Merya: 1070 AD


Vsevolod Yaroslavich was both wise and cautious, and he was by nature a peaceful man. But he was by no means humble, and it is said that he had made an oath to God that he would be second to no other Prince on Earth. And so when rumour arrived in his court of the crusades in Spain, and Sicily and the Volga delta, he was sore vexed, for he ached to achieve such glories himself, but he had no wish to spill the blood and treasure of his land.

Now at this time the Prince of Chernigov was making war upon the heathen Mordvinians, and it was evident that Christ was with them, as they drove the armies of the heathen before them, and the Princedom of Chernigov gained many rich lands. At this time it came to Vsevolod Yaroslavich's ears that Prince Svyatoslav of Chernigov had, in a fit of over-confidence, remained in his court, while his servants carried out his will in the war.

Moving as swiftly as he could, Vsevolod Yaroslavich moved to his fortress at Nizhny Novgorod, where he raised a mighty army 800-men strong, decking them out in fine cloth and gleaming metal and including a great parade of priests and monks. He then marched this gleaming war-band, himself leading proudly at the head, dressed in the full robes of his office, at a brutal pace to meet the war-band of Chernigov at Merya, where they were laying siege to the Mordvin fortress there. And Vsevolod Yaroslavich came to Sviatoslav of Pronsk, captain of the Chernigovian host, and also to Adam Dulo, who captained the force late arrived from the Emirate of the Bulgars - whose Emir was likewise to Vsevolod Yaroslavich acquisitive and had sent armies to pick lands from the broken Mordvinians.

But Vsevolod Yaroslavich was not discouraged by the mighty forces disposed by is competitors, and invited them to view the great service he would hold for his troops that night. And, as Vsevolod Yaroslavich was charming and seemed without guile, even the heathen captain of the Bulgars accepted this invitation. Now, as the day before the night passed, Vsevolod Yaroslavich was not idle, and set his army to make an impressive display for the Chernigovians and Bulgars, and lo, many did say: "Is this the war-host of Vsevolod Yaroslavich? Or the guard of the Emperor of the Romans? Truly, the land of the court at Pereyaslavl must be rich, and her ruler wise!"

Now by and by night did fall, and the war-host of Vsevolod Yaroslavich set their camp in which to rest. Then Vsevolod Yaroslavich called for the holy-men to do their part, and to perform a great service in honour of St. Elias the Thunderer, in the course of which, it is said, a great bold of lightning split the heavens, even though the sky that night was most perfectly clear. Now at this their was great commotion, and Sviatoslav of Pronsk and Adam Dulo both exclaimed: "A sign from God! The Thunderer makes his preference clear, we must raise Vsevolod Yaroslavich above us, that he may lead our hosts, and bring the favour of God to our lands!"

Thus it was for Vsevolod Yaroslavich that Chernigov's war-host was effectively his, and so to was the war-host of the Bulgars.

In such wise did Vsevolod Yaroslavich gain the lands of Merya and Grassland Cheremisa, without spilling hardly a drop of his own vassal's blood, and spending only as much as was needed to buy the requisite trinkets.




The Dalliance of Princes: 1070 AD


Now Prince Vsevolod Yaroslavich was a temperate man for a great lord, but when he did dally with the womenfolk, he was unabashed about it. In his time Vsevolod Yaroslavich would have two wives, both of which would bear him strong children, and at least two mistresses, each of which bore him a son.

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Alexandr Vsevolodovich, bastard by an unknow mistress.

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Vladimir Vsevolodovich the younger, son of Vsevolod Yaroslavich and Rostislava the steward.

The most famous of these mistresses was Rostislava the steward, mother of Vladimir Vsevolodovich, who would in time be named countess of the Lower Volga, though that was after her lover had been felled in battle.

Now Rostislava was a lusty woman, and Vsevolod Yaroslavich doted on her greatly. By the time she left the court of the Prince of Pereyaslavl, she was the richest woman in the lands of the Rus. Indeed, so rich was she, that she could have paid to fortify the entire border with the Bulgars with her own money, and still have enough left to live on for the rest of her days.

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Rostislava the steward, richest woman in Ruskaya.




The Cuman War 1072-1077 AD


Now, to the south and east of the great capital at Pereyaslavl there lay the lands of the Cumans and the Pechenegs. The Pechenegs were well know to the court at Pereyaslavl, as they had raided and warred with the Rus for many generations, before being smashed by the father of Vsevolod Yaroslavich, Yaroslav Vladimirovich the Wise, and driven from their lands by the Cumans, who proceeded to raid and war with the Rus in the same manner as the Pechenegs.

Now, despite the emnity between them for the wars of the previous generation, both of these barbaric horse-peoples had made common cause together while Vsevolod Yaroslavich had been attending to his mighty reforms, so the knowledge of this had passed him by for a time. But it would for much longer.

But to tell of that, we must turn our eyes away from the horse-barbarians, and far to the east and south, where lay the Princedom of Alania, which, for some years, had exchanged polite missives with the court at Pereyaslavl. Now to the south of even the Alans, there lay the Kingdoms of Georgia and the Emirate of Derbent, and as time passed, the Emrirate did conquer the Kingdom, subject it utterly, and forced the royal house of Georgia to flee to Alania. And in these times Prince Durgulel of Alania sent messengers more often to the court at Pereyaslavl, where they would converse with Prince Vsevolod Yaroslavich of the terrible threats to the south, their dreams of breaking the Cuman and freeing themselves from their pernicious raids, and their efforts to bring Christianity to the lesser heathens about them. And Vsevolod Yaroslavich would sent messengers back with tales of his rebelious vassals and of weak heathen lands that the Alanian Prince had no knowledge of, but were yet vulnerable to his armies. Eventually their came a day when a messenger came from Alania saying: "Vsevolod Yaroslavich, honoured Prince of Pereyaslavl and many lands besides, I have grown fond of our conversations, and might, I think, persume to call you a friend, and though you rule a distant land, I would that I made a common cause with you, my friend, for we share the faith of Christ, as well as heathen enemies close to us both. Would you swear to such a pact in the name of St. Vlasü and St. Elias the Thunderer?"

At this Vsevolod Yaroslavich did exclaim: "I shall swear to this here and now, in the name of St. Vlasü and St. Elias the Thunderer, I shall make common cause with Prince Durgulel of Alania against any enemy that may threaten my friend, if he shall do likewise, and make common cause with me against any enemy that may threaten his friend. Now go now, messenger, do not rest, and take the fresh horse I shall provide for you, for this momentous news must reach the ears of my friend posthaste!"

Now it was then that the horse-barbarians re-enter our tale, in the person of a messenger of the Kagan of the Pechenegs, who, even as the messenger of Alania turned from Prince Vsevolod Yaroslavich to undertake his mission, and boldly announced that the Pechenegs were joining their brothers, the Cumans, in war against the vile Princedom of Alania. And then, in a show of peerless arrogance, the Pecheneg emissary announced: "Thus be assured, while our hosts will march to war, it is not a war against the Prince of Pereyaslavl, and you need not call up your hosts that they may cower behind your walls for the fear of us, for we will march past the fortress of Pereyaslavl, without even a side-long glance, so we may fall upon the Alans far to the east."

Now at this Vsevolod Yaroslavich paused for a moment, and who knows what doubts and deceits danced through his mind in that instant, but this is what he said: "I am Vsevolod Yaroslavich, Prince of Pereyaslavl and *many* other lands besides, and you would do well to remember it, dog-man of the Pechenegs. In truth Alania is my ally, so to fall upon them, you shall be obliged to make war upon me. But I doubt that you can, for I shall carry the fires of death to you first! Go now Pecheneg dog-man, and warn your Kagan that he should quake in his bed, for the Rus are coming for you!"

And then Vsevolod Yaroslavich let the Pecheneg messenger go, but not before he had his horses gutted, so that he would be obliged to walk, and Vsevolod Yaroslavich then said: "Go messenger of the Alans, and warn your Prince of these events, and that Vsevolod Yaroslavich stands with him, and bid him pray to God it is enough, for he shall have to hold out for many moons before my armies may reach him!" And then Vsevolod Yaroslavich turned to his marshal, and said: "Send out the recruiters among my lands and the lands of my vassals, yea, even the lands of Dimitrii of Suzdal, for we shall need everything in this war!" And the marshal and the messenger of the Alans both hurried to their tasks, that things should be ready in their proper time.

Now as it happened, the recruiters were swift, and all of Vsevolod Yaroslavich's vassals raised their hosts to add to his, even the rebellious Dimitrii of Suzdal. Yet much of the first great host was far to the north of the Cumans and the city of Pereyaslavl, separated by the bulk of the lands of the court at Chernigov. So it was that the Pechenegs were able to fall upon Pereyaslavl itself with a great portion of their strength, when Vsevolod Yaroslavich had gathered only a small fraction of his to him. Thus it was that Vsevolod Yaroslavich decided to retreat, the better to preserve his army for other battles. Yet in the confusion of battle, he found himself turned around, and instead of retreating to neutral Kiev or Chernigov, he headed straight into the lands of the Pechenegs, where an even greater portion of their strength lay massed. So again Vsevolod Yaroslavich retreated, and again, he headed deeper into the lands of the Pechenegs, where he would be defeated again. After three defeats in a row, Vsevolod Yaroslavich decided it would be better to disperse his armies, and exfiltrate from the Pecheneg lands in small bands.

Now when Vsevolod Yaroslavich returned to Pereyaslavl, he found that it had fallen to the Pechenegs, and been re-taken by the count of Moscow, and was thus no longer his. But his court yet survived, his wife Veleslava the spy-master had led the courtiers in a daring escape with the documents and regalia of rulership, fleeing across Chernigov, to set up a new court at Vladimir, far to the north.

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Veleslava the spy-master, who saved the court of Vsevolod Yaroslavich.

The three great armies of his great host were fighting hard, two against the Cumans, and one against the Pechenegs, who were much humbled now that they did not outnumber the Rus by six to one! Yet in truth Vsevolod Yaroslavich was distracting only a fraction of the strength of the Cuman/Pecheneg alliance, and as time passed, the Princedom of Alania shriveled like a grape exposed to the dry winds of the steppe.

But soon enough the Pechenegs ceased to matter, as the might of Poland, the good ally of Vsevolod Yaroslavich, smashed down upon them like the golden apples of St. Elias. Thus Vsevolod Yaroslavich was able to turn his full strength upon the Cuman dogs, quickly smashing all oposition in the west and Crimea, and establishing forts with loyal men to hold them, that the Cumans should not be able to out-flank him.

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Alania at its lowest ebb in 1073.

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Alexandrii of Tver, the commander of the first Rus army to reach Alania.

By the time the armies of Vsevolod Yaroslavich reached Alania, it was mostly in Cuman hands, Prince Durgulel having since died, the young Prince Yasynya commanded their armies in the desperate battle to fend off the heathen hordes. But in getting to Alania, the three armies of the first great host had shrunk to only two armies, the two weakest having been consolidated into one, and even then, each army was less than half the size of the armies that had marched to war across the lands of the court at Chernigov.

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Prince Yasynya, who is fondly remembered by the Rus who fought with him.

Now at that time, the armies of the Cuman heathens were much greater, being at least twice the size of all the armies of the court at Vladimir put together. And Vsevolod Yaroslavich was sorely vexed, for he knew victory would not come if the Cuman armies could smash his hosts wherever they found them, so he sent out the recruiters onece more, so that any men who had come of age since the first great host had been assembled could be broght together and given arms. And in such wise the second great host was formed. Again every land that had men gave them up and armed them, which greatly surprised Vsevolod Yaroslavich, for even in those lands which were not in open rebellion against him, the stresses of the war had hit the common people hard, and there were many times that the harvest could not be brought in, for the men were all at war, and even though Vsevolod Yaroslavich had opened his storehouses to support his people, still their mood had turned against the war.

So Vsevolod Yaroslavich marched down to the Cuman lands in person, and this time he won three, four, five victories in quick succession, and while he manoeuvred with to avoid the main host of the Cuman barbarians (for their army was still greater than his) and yet still distract them, that the great army of the south, commanded by none other than Dimitrii of Suzdal, which fought with host of Prince Yasynya, could aid the liberation of Alania.

Now Dimitrii of Suzdal had served loyally throughout the war with the Cumans, and had garnered great prestige from his fine leadership, and his lands were much expanded, as he lay claim to forts from the Crimea to the Volga. And even to this day, there are many statues of Dimitrii of Suzdal in the lands of the Alans, for there he is fondly remembered as a friend to Alania and their Prince, Yasynya. And nor was this friendship one-sided, for the soldiers of the Rus brought back many stories of the brave leadership of Prince Yasynya, who drove back the Cuman dogs many times as he fought to regain his lands.

Now in time Vsevolod Yaroslavich, commander of the great army of the north, was directly assaulted by the main host of the Cumans, and in a little more time, Vsevolod Yaroslavich had one, and the great army of the Cumans was broken, and Vsevolod Yaroslavich and Yasynya of Alania feared the Cumans no more.

Now in the land near the sea of Azov, there was a fortress named Tana, and it had been liberated from heathen hands by Vsevolod Yaroslavich, but only fleetingly, as the great host of the Cumans had taken it back in time. Now as the moons changed, it came to pass that Prince Yasynya also laid siege to the fortress at Tana, and there were those who counseled Vsevolod Yaroslavich that he should not allow this land, first liberated by Rus blood, fall into the hands of the Alans. But Vsevolod Yaroslavich laughed, and spoke thus: "Have not the whole of the steppe-lands now been liberated by Rus blood? And while we have a sanctified claim upon the lands about Tana, we shall not ask Prince Yasynya to give it up to us, for if in time our friends in Alania seek to betray us, it will be good to have pretext that my children and grand-children may use to punish them. Let the Alans have Tana then, and be glad of it."

And all nodded at the wisdom of Vsevolod Yaroslavich's words, and were glad of it.

But still the Cumans were not defeated, and still Vsevolod Yaroslavich needed more men, so he sent out the call to form the third great host of the Cuman war, which would be the last.
 
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Revolt in Grassland Cheremisa: 1074 AD


Now, of the lands conquered from the Mordvinians, Merya quickly accepted the truth of Christ, and was loyal to Vsevolod Yaroslavich for the whole of his life, but in Grassland Cheremisa, this was in no-wise the case. And in the year of our lord one-thousand and seventy-four, they did rise up against Vsevolod Yaroslavich, and his Christian rule saying: "We spit upon your Christ, and his weak ways! And we shall venerate our own gods, who are strong, and made stronger by the blood we let in their names! Now we shall let your blood, and our gods will let the blood of your god when they find him is his heaven of cowards!"

And for a time they did let blood in the name of their vile gods, for all of Vsevolod Yaroslavich's hosts were at war far to the south, as they struggled for their lives against the evil Cumans, so there was no retribution that could be brought. And the post-houses were burned, and the fortress besieged, and all through the long summer, there was no hope if you were Christian and in Grassland Cheremisa.

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Mstislav Mikhailovich in later years.

But as Summer turned to winter, Mstislav Mikhailovich of the court at Vladimi came to that benighted land to recruit, for Vsevolod Yaroslavich had issued the call to form the third great host, and he found many men who could bear arms in Grassland Cheremisa, but they all seemed enemies. Yet Mstislav Mikhailovich did not give up, and he went among the villages of Grassland Cheremisa, and spoke with the aldermen he found and said: "I see many young men have left their farms and taken up arms against Vsevolod Yaroslavich, Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides, and I come to you for our sake and yours, for though the armies of the court at Vladimir are far away now, soon they will come back, and if Vsevolod Yaroslavich finds his fortress burned, and his peace defied, his wroth will not be sated only with the rebels who did this, he will hold you all responsible, and burn your villages and bear your women and children off into bondage. I entreat you, for I am a tender-hearted man, avoid this harsh future, restrain your young men, that your Prince should be pleased, and count you as loyal subjects, if heathen ones."

And the aldermen replied: "We hear the wisdom of your words, but see no way to avoid this calamitous future. The shamen wax wroth, and our gods have spoken. If we defy the Prince, Vsevolod Yaroslavich, we will suffer his wrath, which shall surely be calamitous, but the wrath of a Prince is much less than that of a god, let alone a whole pantheon! What would you have us do? Suffer the wrath of the Prince, and be ruined for a generation and a generation again, or suffer the wrath of the gods, and be cursed for all eternity and an eternity again? Better ruined than cursed we say! Better our bodies suffer than our spirits be damned!"

And at this Mstislav Mikhailovich frowned, but he was a Godly man, and the fear of the heathens did not sway him. So he said: "Alas, I fear you have been tricked, the dragon Zmey, who we call Satan, has named Vsevolod Yaroslavich, a just and Godly man, as his enemy, and speaks through the mouths of your shamen that he may trick you into helping him in his vile schemes. I know this for I am also a shaman, but I hold the love of Perun, who we call St. Elias the Thunderer, close to my heart, and he protects me from Zmey's lies. Your shamen must have rejected the over-god Christ for Perun to abandon them so, and thus Zmey may use them like puppets, and their tells and sooth-sayings are therefore in no-wise the words of the gods, but simply empty lies."

At this, the aldermen did exclaim, and clear quake in their boots, saying: "Our shamen lie to us? Has the Earth moved when we were asleep in our beds? For your words sound very foreign, even for a Rus. What proof can you offer of what you say? And who is this Christ over-god you name? Speak we charge you! For if we find that it is you who bear Zmey's lies, there shall be a terrible recompense to be made!"

And Mstislav Mikhailovich provided them with many proofs, nor did he fear the heathen threats. For he knew St. Elias the Thunderer guarded his life. In time each of the aldermen did concede: "It is sure that Perun, who you name St. Elias the Thunderer, guides your tongue, and your words are wise. Perhaps the lies of the dragon Zmey, who you name Satan, have poisoned our ears via the tongues of our shamen. We will raise up all of our best-grown boys, and strongest elders, that you may have an army to meet that of the shamen, and we bid you to convince them to make peace before the wroth of Vsevolod Yaroslavich falls upon us."

And as they said it, it was done, and Mstislav Mikhailovich was given an army of over five-hundreds of men and boys to take against the rebel force, which exceeded three-hundred men at the height of their strength. Yet Mstislav Mikhailovich had no fear, for he knew St. Elias the Thunderer guarded his life, and he led his army to the plains around the fortress of Grassland Cheremisa, and he called out to the rebels and their shamen: "I am Mstislav Mikhailovich, high priest in the court at Vladimir, I come in the name of Christ and St. Elias the Thunderer, who you call Perun, and I charge you to lay down your weapons, and accept the power of Vsevolod Yaroslavich, lest he most awfully force it upon you."

Now the heathens did bring forth the chief among them, a shaman known as Malyy One-Eye, whose continence was terrible, and his heart black with the touch of Satan. And what he said is this: "You come in the name of the brave thunderer and the god of cowards? You are strange even for a foreigner Mstislav Mikhailovich, but I think the god of cowards is closer to your heart. Look at my host, lesser in number than yours, but all good strong men, not the old men and boys that the frightened aldermen scraped up for you. You come with loud speeches and empty words to pass your fear on to me, that I might roll over like your dog of a god, that you might again steal our men for your coward wars. Well I spit up on you and your god!" And indeed he did spit, a mighty hucker that flew 'cross the battle field, and it is said, without the protection of Christ, the spit would have struck Mstislav Mikhailovich, and not the ground at his feet. And while Mstislav Mikhailovich did examine with disgust that vile man's phlegm, Malyy continued to speak: "Know that I will not allow you and your coward kind to rape our people we are not weak like those of Merya, and we will kill you before we let you use us to fight your wars for you."

And Mstislav Mikhailovich did reply: "See how much of a coward you think I am when I burry my steel in your heart, vile tool of Zmey!"

And so battle was joined, and even though the army of Mstislav Mikhailovich was made of old men and boys, St. Elias the Thunderer was with them, and the army of the shamen was smashed. After the battle, Malyy One-Eye was brought before Mstislav Mikhailovich, and asked to repent the lies of Zmey, who is also called Satan, and accept the truth of Christ, but Satan's hold was too great upon him, so Mstislav Mikhailovich burried his steel in Malyy One-Eye's heart.

Thus it was that the revolt was over, the siege broken, and the regiment of Grassland Cheremisa was formed for the third great host of the Cuman War, for the army of old men and boys remained loyal to Mstislav Mikhailovich, and marched south with him, to fight for their Prince, and the truth of Christ, even though they were heathens.




The death of a Prince: 1075 AD


Now, as the Cuman war began to turn slowly in favour of Christendom, Vsevolod Yaroslavich was crossing the lands of the Prince of Chernigov with elements of the third great host, when his force encountered a force of wandering mercenaries. Now as it happened the captain of these surly mercenaries had been a soldier in the first great host, and held a bitter grudge against the man who had once been his liege. So he did call out: "Vsevolod Yaroslavich, I know this is your army for I see your colours boldly flying in the wind. Vsevolod Yaroslavich, I call you out for the humiliations of the first battle of Pereyaslavl, where I lost my innocence, and the battle of Oleshye, where I lost my arm, and the battle of Olvia, where I lost my eye. Vsevolod Yaroslavich I call you out. Do battle with me alone, that I might slay you, or you might slay me, or hide behind your army and let your men die for you. I care not, for I am determined to do battle. I care not, for coward or man, my honour will be satisfied today."

And Vsevolod Yaroslavich did reply to this: "They have called Vsevolod Yaroslavich a fool and Vsevolod Yaroslavich a mad-man, but they will never call Vsevolod Yaroslavich a coward. I will meet you alone, that I might slay you, or you might slay me, and whatever happens, they may never say that we are not honourable men!"

And the mercenary and Vsevolod Yaroslavich, Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides, did meet in battle. And one of did slay the other, and no one did say that they were not honourable men. Thus died Vsevolod Yaroslavich of the Rurikovich dynasty and the court of Pereyaslavl.

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Prince Vsevolod Yaroslavich, an able ruler, who will be sadly missed.

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The lands of the court at Vladimir at the end of the reign of Vsevolod Yaroslavich.




That Idiot Boy: 1075 AD


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Mikhail Vladimirovich, the Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands.

Now, when Vsevolod Yaroslavich died, his counts and court were still out at war, and therefore the succession was not nearly so tidy as Vsevolod Yaroslavich had hoped when he instituted his great reforms. When Vsevolod Yaroslavich's army came down from the north, many times his vassals asked "Where is Vsevolod Yaroslavich? Where is our lord, the Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides?"

And the emissaries from Alania, when they came to discuss the deportment of the allied forces asked many times: "Where is Vsevolod Yaroslavich? Where is our savour, the Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides?"

And the emissaries from Poland, when they came to bear news of the great victories they were winning in the south, asked many times: "Where is Vsevolod Yaroslavich? Where is our friend, the Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides?"

And each time, Nikita Vladimirovich, who commanded Vsevolod Yaroslavich's army in his stead, said: "Vsevolod Yaroslavich, the Prince of Pereyaslavl and many other lands besides, has fallen in battle, cleft in twain by a great axe as wide as my shield, and as sharp as the rays of the sun. Cleft in twain on the field of honour that is sons should not be ashamed of him and his subjects be held safe. Cleft in twain in single combat, with a mercenary in the lands of Chernigov."

And each time Nikita Vladimirovich said this, there were howls despair, for Vsevolod Yaroslavich, the great Prince, was dead, and all of Christendom had been made poorer.

But nonetheless, the matter of succession would not wait for war, nor rain, sleet or snow. So it was that word was sent back to Vladimir, and Mikhail of the blood of Rurik the Rus was enthroned in a quiet ceremony in the fortress there, attended only by the wives, old men and little children.

But in the armies of the counts, still fighting Vsevolod's War against the heathen Cuman, no-one knew the name of Mikhail, and whispers began to circulate, for should not the name of their new Prince be none other than Vladimir Vsevolodovich, who was the strong son of their Prince? Suspicion grew, and whispers began to circulate that perhaps this Mikhail of the blood of Rurik was none other than a puppet of Vseslav the Sorcerer, Prince of Polotsk, who greatly hated Vsevolod Yaroslavich and his brothers, placed on their throne by vile chicanery. Emissaries went out to the foreign lands, so that some worth plotter might be found who could cause this "Mikhail" a convenient death in his sleep.

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Vladimir Vsevolodovich the elder, the man all expected to be Prince.

But not all of the counts were so quick to judge things, and they sent back to Vladimir, asking: "We have not heard the name of Mikhail of the blood of Rurik, and with the war still fierce, we cannot tour to Vladimir to pay our respects, therefor, we entreat the councilors to bring this Mikhail to us, that we might see him, and know our Prince."

Thus it was that a great conclave gathered in a camp pitched on the shores of the Sea of Azov, and Mikhail of the blood of Rurik made a the hard journey down to it. And Mstislav Mikhailovich, who had been Vsevolod Yaroslavich's chaplain, and had anointed Mikhail of the blood of Rurik himself, did present Mikhail of the blood of Rurik the Rus, and say: "Olga Bryachislavich, who is emissary of the court of the county of Pereyaslavl Zelessky, where the wife of Vladimir Vsevolodovich is ruler, presented the child to me, for he is Mikhail Vladimirovich, the grandson of Vsevolod Yaroslavich and the son of Vladimir Vsevolodovich and Feodosia Yaroslova. This boy's body holds the only legitimate blood of Vsevolod Yaroslavich in all Christendom, yet I hear that even now there are those among us who are scheming with foreign cut-throats against our Prince's life. In truth you must accept, Mikhail Vladimirovich is Prince in accordance with the laws that Vsevolod Yaroslavich had lain down. This boy is no tool of Vseslav the werewolf." And he shook his head with the shame of it, and said no more.

And for a while it seemed as if Mstislav Mikhailovich had succeeded in shaming the counts into line, but this was not to be, for when the counts were granted audience with Mikhail Vladimirovich of the blood of Rurik, they were by no means impressed. Mikhail Vladimirovich was only a boy of 5, was greatly tired by his long journey, and besides, had little of his grandfather's charm. So it was that each of the counts came away and said: "This idiot boy has the blood of Vsevolod Yaroslavich? Perhaps the blood is not what makes the man."

And Dimitrii of Suzdal went further and said: "How short are our memories! When Vsevolod Yaroslavich yet lived, we in no-wise spoke of him as well as we do now he is dead. Remember, this is the man who summarily changed our laws for the profit of himself and his family. This is the man who demanded great hordes of treasure as a duty for his wedding, and every time he called the estates. This is the man who sired bastards like it was as innocent as breathing and nearly bankrupted the court to seduce his own steward. This is the man who took us into a great war to the profit of only the foreigners, the Alans. This is the man who bamboozled the his own brother's armies into expanding his own demesne, and who, in the end, died because he was proud enough to think he could defeat a hardened mercenary in single combat when he could not even win half the battles he commanded. Wherefore is the blood of Vsevolod Yaroslavich so great now, when it was not while it yet flowed in his own veins? What great right does being the grandson of Vsevolod Yaroslavich grant to one who dares to rule over us, when it granted no great right to Vsevolod Yaroslavich? Wherefore is Mikhail Vladimirovich a better man to rule over us than we can be to ourselves? Nay! I say. Nay! Mikhail Vladimirovich is not even a man. He is just an idiot boy."

And there were many who found Dimitrii's words persuasive, and, as the conclave broke up, and the counts returned to their armies, regiments began to slip away, and slowly, the winds shifted towards civil war.




Davyd Igorovich's Regency: 1075 AD


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Davyd Igorovich, the loyal regent.

Now as it happened, the 5 year-old Mikhail Vladimirovich was by no means ready to rule in his own right, so there was need to find a regent who could be trusted to return a Princedom to Mikhail Vladimirovich when he came to his majority. And for once, there was little argument in the court at Vladimir. Davyd Igorovich of the blood of Rurik the Rus, cousin to Mikhail Vladimirovich, was both an able administrator, a valorous soldier, and had the advantage of having been utterly un-involved in any of the intrigues in the time of Vsevolod Yaroslavich. Though he had only barely achieved his majority himself, youth was no impediment in the lands of Mikhail Vladimirovich, particularly in the aftermath of the Cuman war, a tragedy which had decimated a generation.

It was Davyd Igorovich who would extend the foreign policy of the court at Vladimir beyond the immediate area of the land of the Rus, starting with the formation of a personal union with the royal house of Apulia. Though perhaps Davyd Igorovich suspected it, no other in the court at Vladimir could have conceived of the vast impact this would have on the future of all of Christendom.

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Emma with a Rurikid bun in the de Hauteville oven.

Now as the war against the Cuman calmed down, and the civil war heated up, Davyd decided he must call back the armies of the court at Vladimir, for so many men so far from home made the vassals of Mikhail Vladimirovich restless, so he commanded the third great host disbanded, hoping that the armies of Mikhail Vladimirovich's lands alone would be sufficient to put down any rebellions. Now with the Cumans he refused peace, for it might yet come to pass that the Cumans should again cross the Volga, but with the under-hordes, he accepted rich tribute, and was glad of it, for Vsevolod Yaroslavich had left the coffers hard-pressed.

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The lands of the court at Vladimir at the height of the civil war. Note the Bulgar intrusions in the former domain of the court at Suzdal.
 
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I'm not sure which part I find more amusing, the fact that you (a) wrote a friggin' book!, or (b) that you posted a few minutes before the next round started :D Anyways, very nice AAR. If we start basing awards on the number of words, you'll have the world in your palm by the end of the game!
 
O.K., pictures up, now for the next session!

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The Last Will and Testament of Magnus Billing, Duke of Saxony

This is my last will and testament, written by me in the year of our Lord 1092.

Twenty-six years of rule are showing their effect upon me as I approach my fiftieth birthday. War has broken out in the East between my liege and a monster that I helped create. My vassals are under attack by the Rus hordes and I fear that I am reaping the whirlwind that I sowed with my own hands. Only one vassal has fallen so far, but I fear that I shall be called upon to defend the others. It is only a matter of time. And so I compose this document, to be opened by my son Augustine in the event of my death, as I fear may happen if I am called to defend my realm from the wildmen of the East. In it I bestow upon him the titles and lands I have left him, but also to explain my actions in the hope that the good intentions behind my actions shall help mitigate the disasterous consequences that they have spawned. Indeed, I fear that the chroniclers shall see me as easy prey after I am gone and hope that this document may defend some vestige of my honor. It is only fitting that I start with the event that triggered this entire chain of events: my acquisition of Brunswick through marriage and my smiting of the pagan tribes to the north.

In the year 1077 I effectively consolidated my hold over the duchies of Saxony and Brunswick. Satisfied that my realm was securely in my hands, I looked to expand. It was rumored that, upon the King of Germany's death, I was considered to be a candidate for his successor. Several other dukes were also being considered candidates, however, and I realized that I must expand my realm and increase my power so that the electorate would see me as the best among equals. The pagan tribes bordering the Baltic to the north were weakened by years of internal strife and I sensed an opportunity to increase my own power while being hailed as a soldier of the Church. And so I led my armies into the lands of the tribe of Mecklenburg with orders to smite the heathen wherever he may be found.

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The pagan courage was no match for Germanic skill-at-arms and my armies won great victories. My liege, holder of the crowns of Burgandy, Germany, and Italy, grew jealous of my victories and led his armies against my adversary. Ultimately the pagan lands were overrun and my liege ruled over most of the spoils, allowing me the province of Rostock, which I had conquered before my liege had mobilized his armies. I gave this land to my father to administer as he had grown weary of the idleness of old age and constant nagging of my mother.

My conquests completed, I returned to my realm to administer my new holdings and improve my old ones. My dmenses were fertile but their resources unharnessed and I quickly set about to creating an infrastructure to aid in the growing of crops and expansion of trade. For two years did I engage in such endeavours until such a time that my people rejoiced over their improved lot in life.

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I grew weary of life at the court, however, with all of the factional bickering and intrigue. And so I decided it was time to ride out against the pagans again, this time the tribe of the Prussians, in the land between the Baltic and the Kingdom of Poland. The Prussians were not known for their warlike ways and I was able to absorb their lands into my own before my liege, who was at this time engaged in a war with the Moorish infidels, could gather his armies and take my conquests by right of rule.

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I must confess that during this conquest I began to experience the effects of 9 straight months of campaigning and, to my everlasting shame, allowed myself to be seduced by a young camp follower. She bore me my first son, Welf, which is why he does not my heir despite being my eldest son. The Lord punished me for my transgression by granting my newly-won lands to the Teutonic Order. Enraged by this turn of events and, in my rashness, not realizing that the Lord was punishing me, I immediately led my armies against the fledgling order. The battle was never in doubt and soon my standard flew over the lands again.

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It was at this time that my father died and I inherited by right of succession the land I had granted him to administer. And so I gave that land to a loyal member of my court, as I had not the time to govern it.

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During my campaign against the Prussians a herald arrived from the court of my liege to announce that another duchy, that of Apulia, had sworn allegiance to my liege. I was informed by my chancellor that Apulia was a powerful duchy in southern Italy that, in a bizarre twist of circumstances, had been deemed so evil and degenerate by the Pope himself that an alliance had been forged between Rome and the infidel Egyptians to rid the peninsula of this duke. The duke, overwhelmed by the combined weight of this attack, swore fealty to my liege in exchange for his protection. Soon the infidel Egyptians were swept from the peninsula by my liege and the Pope so impressed by this show of strength that he agreed to rather lenient terms of peace with the Duke of Apulia.

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These events worried me greatly, however, for the Duke of Apulia carried a great amount of weight in many courts because of his martial reknown. There was a good possibility that this duke would sway enough votes from the electorate to his side that, should our king die, he and not I would take the crown. As it turned out, my fears were unjustified. I know not the exact details, but it is rumored that this duke was engaged in gluttony, even attempting to join his cooks in the kitchen (with, it is whispered, with very unfortunate results). His wife, the Countess of Benevento, grew so disgusted with her husband's gluttony and attempts to reign in the kitchen as he reigned in Naples, that she broke her oath of fealty (and of marriage, for that matter) to him and declared her independence.

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That's right, folks. Okawoa's plight following his war against the Papal-Egyptian alliance was so desperate that HIS OWN WIFE rose up against him. I still have a hard time believing it, but I'm sure that Okawoa will tell all in his AAR. I threw in the part about food because, as you can see from the messages, Okawoa also managed to ruin a pot of dumplings during the game :rofl:
 
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Wow, fasquardon. If you go on like this you could break it up and make it an update per day given the amount of words it has. But it's great, so go on with it.

And it seems the last session was rather interesting? Could someone please post the current progress of the players (and what the AI did to my country too)?