Ponies! They have so many ponies! Bay and chestnut and gray... I wished we had some ponies as well...
Cavalry is expensive, takes long to train and its excessive bowel movement could get us deported from this overcivilized Burgundian sissyland. Are you adequately dressed for the grand banquet at the Frisian court?
A banquet? Well, Emden is the first town we visited since our escape from Albania where I don't feel like the odd homeless out. This place sure lacks in the ways of base tax and overall noteworthy sources of income in general. But what happened to the easily memorizable plan where we simply stab the royal bodyguard and conquer the whole place in one fell swoop?
That is indeed still the crux of our scheme. But a surprise slaughter of mildly intoxicated, leaderless noblemen could prove to be a somewhat easier feat than facing the entire Frisian host head-on.
Backstabbing the people who invited us as friends to celebrate in their homes... I miss the days I had moral obejctions to us acting as mere bullies. I guess that's what my son tried to tell me back in the Alps...
Oh right, Gjon! His siege pips will sure come in handy while racing the clock against Ottos in Ragusa. So, where is your little boy?
Well, he challenged my authority during the Long March. Something about despicable warmongering acts of cruelty and that there could be only one us leading the House of Kastrioti. I didn't hear him very well though - sadly, he started to fall from a very steep cliff before he could finish the speech.
*shedding a single tear of distilled manliness* You grow up so fast, Beg...
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Oh, look, we got some mail! Is it from cousin Enver? He always sends the best postcards! Hm, hm... nope, it's from the Ottos. Crud.
This "crud" could shape our futures for centuries to come. What does the letter say?
"Dear Skanderbeg, you suck and we don't like you. Nevertheless, our navy is full of lazy asses who do not want to sail around the whole Europe to freeze to death in your godforsaken hellhole of a hideout. Plus the entire population of Ragusa hates you so much they killed every single one of our soldiers laying siege to the city in an effort to siege the city by themselves. So just kiss goodbye to Albania already and enjoy being gobbled up by the filthy Habsburgs in the foreseeable future. Please sign here, you infidel dog."
AND SO:
Hooray, we even managed to maintain control over Ragusa along with its reasonably well-off centre of trade!
If by maintain control you mean nominally reign over a faraway province swarmed with rebels twice the size of our entire military while being DoWed by a significantly closer pretender state in the form of Bosnia, then yes, that's exactly what we managed to achieve.
Ever the party-pooper... Whatever, they can have Ragusa if they want. And all our 3 ducats to boot. At least we can now fully focus on the important stuff.
And that would be?
Conquering everything!
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Conquering everything around?
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Conquering everything in the immediate vicinity?
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Conquering something in the immediate vicinity?
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Eventually?
That's more like it.