Winter 1168
Feher(Hungary)
And then there was silence - everything seemed so still and frozen in time.. As if this brief moment of carelessness resounded in the universe and binded everyone in itself. I still see it so clearly even after all these years. Fifteen thousand warriors, loyal to the great Rus Empire fighting a what they thought would be an easy battle. The enemy - puny remnants of what once was Hungary, catholic lords and knights from the last independent Arpad state - Slovakia - no more than three thousand at glance. The Magyars had no chance; they never saw it coming. The massacre is at its peak, no man can handle four or five against him. Even the mighty templars had the rule to draw back when they were outnumbered three to one. And the magyars were no templars, not even close.
Now they are fighting with fear and and empty hearts. Over there.. the little Scene that shattered the world that day. The Rus Emperor himself, in all his glory and magnificence fighting the young hungarian marshall. One can never forget that grimace.. So much pain and horror in the eyes of just one man. True, a bastardsword.. thrusted through the chest of the Emperor. This image was ever since portrayed on countless artworks by renowned artist around the world. Who could've thought such a thing? A simple human wounding mortally the mightiest man on earth ? Ha!
Suddenly thousand little thunders echoed throughout the wretched hills.The sound of cold steel meeting its brother. The war continued.. "Hajtas! Hajtas!" the voice of the magyar marshall rose above all - and in this moment hundreds of arrows whooshed through the air and headed to the russians in their deadly search for flesh. Panic settled in the invaders` hearts. All formations and orders were forgotten, some even ran for their
lives."Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor! Hurry! " a deep and firm voice commanded. Sweet,sweet irony it was Janos Arpad - a most loyal and a newly converted to orthodox religion count. Quickly a group of knights made a circle around the body of the majesty, slaying the enemy marshall in seconds. The very same count got hold of the battle and lead his forces to a complete victory. The Duchy of slavonia now became a Principality, part of the Mighty Russian Empire. But at what price?
...
A red curtain covered the eyes of Sviatopolk and turned his world into a red darkening abyss."That damned pain! I can't get up. How did that little bastard got me anyway? Bah! Who am I lying, I`m nothing like my father.. This whole "campaign" for liberating the people of Hungary from the hands of the muslims and foul lords was a terrible mistake. I should've stayed in Novgorod... Liberate.. Strange word indeed for an empire that holds countless
nationalities in its iron grasp.
Where did things go wrong? I was my father's favourite child, I had the strength and wits, I was adored even before I inherited the throne. Alas my whole rule is poisoned by the shadow of this very same powerful man. I TRULY HATE HIM!..(he took a deep breath and spit out his blood over the side).. No one ever saw my accomplishments.. I was left with a shattering empire which I made even stronger! True, he was a great conqureror but had no clue about ruling and administrating his land. I quelled the rebellious vassals, I united and re-arranged our glorious Kingdom, turning it into an Empire.. And what did I get in the end? Nothing - no acknowledgement. I sworn I will be remembered! Alas now I might turn into the most pathetic ruler of these lands by dying at the very beginning of my glorious campaign.. NO! I HAVE T-- (fading moan)"
- Hurry men! Hurry! Get him in here! Do you think he will be allright? The wound seems really nasty.
- I cant really say anything, the sword went through his right side of the chest quite far from the heart, but still its very deep. I'd say chances are good if he survives the night.
But fate had another plans for the Rus Emperor. It was not yet his time. His sick ambition to prove himself over his father would cause much more trouble than the death of merely one man.
These events were hard to predict for this misguided warrior-king had no real knowledge of these lands but persisted on leading the army himself nevertheless. First he struck the 3 independent muslim holdings in western hungary and joined them to his lands. It was in these battles against the turks that many men saw how their almighty leader ran like a craven dog. Ever since then the Seljuks mocked Russia for this rabbit heart act of their chief.
That of course didn`t stop him - though - he dared not attack the Seljuks yet. Instead the Emperor moved to Italy where he desecrated the Papal States, united the peninsula under his command and retook Sicily - a goal that eluded the catholics for decades. Of course he was not there to celebrate these achievements as his wound forced him to return to Novgorod to his lovely wife Anna Knutling.
Yes, she indeed was a marvel to behold. One of the last princesses of independent Sweden. But poor Sviatopolk did not succeed even here - he had only 1 son from her, who unfortunately died at very young age. The only son and heir of the throne was Vladimier. A reckless and quite arbitrary young man who had at least some of the battle skills of his great grandfather making him somewhat a tough warrior.
The Empire of Boris Rurikovich - Father of Sviatopolk
http://img330.imageshack.us/img330/8565/ussr2ip.jpg
END NOTES:
Well here it is my very first attempt at writing an AAR so please have pity
I intentionally did not post the image above as it would stretch the forum to a crazy width :wacko: I hope you enjoyed this 1st part of the life of the most powerful man on earth
Feher(Hungary)
And then there was silence - everything seemed so still and frozen in time.. As if this brief moment of carelessness resounded in the universe and binded everyone in itself. I still see it so clearly even after all these years. Fifteen thousand warriors, loyal to the great Rus Empire fighting a what they thought would be an easy battle. The enemy - puny remnants of what once was Hungary, catholic lords and knights from the last independent Arpad state - Slovakia - no more than three thousand at glance. The Magyars had no chance; they never saw it coming. The massacre is at its peak, no man can handle four or five against him. Even the mighty templars had the rule to draw back when they were outnumbered three to one. And the magyars were no templars, not even close.
Now they are fighting with fear and and empty hearts. Over there.. the little Scene that shattered the world that day. The Rus Emperor himself, in all his glory and magnificence fighting the young hungarian marshall. One can never forget that grimace.. So much pain and horror in the eyes of just one man. True, a bastardsword.. thrusted through the chest of the Emperor. This image was ever since portrayed on countless artworks by renowned artist around the world. Who could've thought such a thing? A simple human wounding mortally the mightiest man on earth ? Ha!
Suddenly thousand little thunders echoed throughout the wretched hills.The sound of cold steel meeting its brother. The war continued.. "Hajtas! Hajtas!" the voice of the magyar marshall rose above all - and in this moment hundreds of arrows whooshed through the air and headed to the russians in their deadly search for flesh. Panic settled in the invaders` hearts. All formations and orders were forgotten, some even ran for their
lives."Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor! Hurry! " a deep and firm voice commanded. Sweet,sweet irony it was Janos Arpad - a most loyal and a newly converted to orthodox religion count. Quickly a group of knights made a circle around the body of the majesty, slaying the enemy marshall in seconds. The very same count got hold of the battle and lead his forces to a complete victory. The Duchy of slavonia now became a Principality, part of the Mighty Russian Empire. But at what price?
...
A red curtain covered the eyes of Sviatopolk and turned his world into a red darkening abyss."That damned pain! I can't get up. How did that little bastard got me anyway? Bah! Who am I lying, I`m nothing like my father.. This whole "campaign" for liberating the people of Hungary from the hands of the muslims and foul lords was a terrible mistake. I should've stayed in Novgorod... Liberate.. Strange word indeed for an empire that holds countless
nationalities in its iron grasp.
Where did things go wrong? I was my father's favourite child, I had the strength and wits, I was adored even before I inherited the throne. Alas my whole rule is poisoned by the shadow of this very same powerful man. I TRULY HATE HIM!..(he took a deep breath and spit out his blood over the side).. No one ever saw my accomplishments.. I was left with a shattering empire which I made even stronger! True, he was a great conqureror but had no clue about ruling and administrating his land. I quelled the rebellious vassals, I united and re-arranged our glorious Kingdom, turning it into an Empire.. And what did I get in the end? Nothing - no acknowledgement. I sworn I will be remembered! Alas now I might turn into the most pathetic ruler of these lands by dying at the very beginning of my glorious campaign.. NO! I HAVE T-- (fading moan)"
- Hurry men! Hurry! Get him in here! Do you think he will be allright? The wound seems really nasty.
- I cant really say anything, the sword went through his right side of the chest quite far from the heart, but still its very deep. I'd say chances are good if he survives the night.
But fate had another plans for the Rus Emperor. It was not yet his time. His sick ambition to prove himself over his father would cause much more trouble than the death of merely one man.
These events were hard to predict for this misguided warrior-king had no real knowledge of these lands but persisted on leading the army himself nevertheless. First he struck the 3 independent muslim holdings in western hungary and joined them to his lands. It was in these battles against the turks that many men saw how their almighty leader ran like a craven dog. Ever since then the Seljuks mocked Russia for this rabbit heart act of their chief.
That of course didn`t stop him - though - he dared not attack the Seljuks yet. Instead the Emperor moved to Italy where he desecrated the Papal States, united the peninsula under his command and retook Sicily - a goal that eluded the catholics for decades. Of course he was not there to celebrate these achievements as his wound forced him to return to Novgorod to his lovely wife Anna Knutling.
Yes, she indeed was a marvel to behold. One of the last princesses of independent Sweden. But poor Sviatopolk did not succeed even here - he had only 1 son from her, who unfortunately died at very young age. The only son and heir of the throne was Vladimier. A reckless and quite arbitrary young man who had at least some of the battle skills of his great grandfather making him somewhat a tough warrior.
The Empire of Boris Rurikovich - Father of Sviatopolk
http://img330.imageshack.us/img330/8565/ussr2ip.jpg
END NOTES:
Well here it is my very first attempt at writing an AAR so please have pity
I intentionally did not post the image above as it would stretch the forum to a crazy width :wacko: I hope you enjoyed this 1st part of the life of the most powerful man on earth
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