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Prologue:

Flames of the Crusade:

Gregory looked out over his home city, he could see the Hippodrome and the Hagia Sophia, but something was terribly wrong. Fires raged through the city. As he was looking over the sad sight he saw a group of those responsible for the destruction. The so called “Crusaders” broke through the city walls two days ago, and unleashed an orgy of violence.

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“The Crusaders were invited by Alexios V too restore him to the throne of Caesars, and when Alexios couldn’t keep his promises the Crusaders laid siege and sacked Konstantinopolis”

Gregory sighs as two of the five Crusaders approached him, one dressed in mail and helmet undoubtedly a knight, and the other dressed in leather with a spear probably a squire. The knight said a few sentences in French, and the squire translated, “My Lord, Eudes de Bretagne Vicomte of Fézenguet demands you hand all your valuables to him in the name of the Pope in Rome.”

Gregory looks up at his beloved church, and knew what he would say, “This is a house of God. He will strike down all those that defile his home! I will not hand over gods procession’s to a Frankish mercenary!”

Eudes after this was translated to him growled and threw off his helmet. His face was heavily scared, but at the same time ruggedly handsome. He walked up, pulled out his sword, and snarled some words in French. The squire translates, “You will hand over your gold, or else.”

Gregory defiantly shouts, “Never!” Eudes even before hearing it translated thrust his sword into the clergyman’s stomach. Eudes shoats for the other Crusaders too go in and loot the church. When they are alone Eudes bends down and looks Gregory in the eye, smiles and tears the gold cross from his neck. As the rest of the Crusaders pour out of the church holding gold candlesticks and crosses Gregory stares, eyes glazing, up into the black sky. The last thing he sees before the darkness embraces him is the fires of his church blending into the fires of his city.

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”The Crusaders burnt much of Konstantinopolis, and stole everything that wasn’t bolted down or burnable.”

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Hint hint, nudge nudge there is a cameo in there.
 
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After the glory's of Rome. After the hope of the Kommenous. After the despair of the Fourth Crusade. There was the Palaiologos. They picked Rhomanion up at its lowest. They would achevie the greatest glories. And they would usher in the greatest darkness.


[Out of Narritive Voice :D ] I'm starting my first AAR I had a few attemps before but I feel really good about this. I'm playing as the Byzantine Empire during the 1337 start, with a four update Prologue chronichling the major events leading to the game start. I have played a fair bit into this before I deciided to make this an AAR so no screenies :(.

All advise would is welcome, and can you guys see the pics? I'm not sure how to do that. :confused:
 
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Nice to see an AAR starting in 1337.

RE the pictures, I can't see anything at this point. I am not a techy person, but you could store the images on something like photobucket or imageshack. They give you a link that you can insert into your posts here using the insert image button in the reply toolbar.
 
I've had tons of fun with the 1337 scenario before as the Byzantines. Count me in for the ride!
 
Beginnings of a Dynasty:

January 1, 1259, Nymphaion,

Michael Palaiologos smiled despite the stuffy uncomfortable ceremonial robes. This was the day his two years of plotting had led to. As he watched the crown slowly coming toward him Michael smiled again today was going to be a good day. He thought back to that fateful day one year ago when he heard that Theodore II Doukas Laskaris Emperor of Nicaea had died, and his plots could fall into motion.

First he had to get rid of the one man who stood in his way, George Mouzalon. George Mouzalon was a bureaucrat that would have led Nicaea too disaster, instead of the glory Michael had planned. Wasn’t Michael descendent of no less than eleven emperors, wasn’t it was fate the Michael would be emperor.

Michael knelt as the Patriarch Arsenios lifted the crown up, and started pronouncing the lengthy coronation speech. Michael had swiftly instigated a coup against George, and became co-regent of the eight-year old Emperor John IV Doukas Laskaris with Patriarch Arsenios. It had taken a year, but now with the help of his Geneon friends he is being crowned. Patriarch Arsenios pronounced “Rise Michael Palaiologos eighth of that name, Emperor of Nicaea” Michael did as commanded, and smiled again, yes, today would be a very good day.

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But what no one could predict was that this dynasty would lead to some of the greatest warrior emperors to every grace the Throne of Caesars, and a restoration to glories lost millennia ago.
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February 14, 1259, Nicaea,

Michael VIII Palaiologos Emperor of Nicaea stared at the faces around him. This was his first council meeting as emperor in Nicaea. He knew all those present because he had been a regent for a year before this, and had been marshal years before that.

Michael stood up, and pronounced, “The vile Latin’s sacked Konstantinopolis fifty-five years ago setting up the weak Latin Empire, and forcing the true Greeks to set up three different kingdoms to succeed the Byzantine Empire. Yet my predecessors chose not to reconquer our capitol instead leaving it to the barbarous hands of the Latin’s. I intend to rectify that!”

Immediately a roar of opposition rose up “We don’t have the money!” “We don’t have any men!” “What about the Turks?” Michael raised his hand to silence them, and said “I understand this may take years, but we must do it. Look at the map.”

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“We are the only Greek empire strong enough to return to the Throne of Caesars,” He said, “With the power, and prestige of Konstantinopolis under our control the other successor’s will have no choice, but to rejoin the empire. And with the added manpower we can drive off the Turks.”

“With all due respect Basileus,” started Alexios Strategopoulos who was the Prōtospatharios of the imperial army. “I don’t care!” interrupted the emperor, “Just get it done.”

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“Is Michael overreaching not listening to his advisers or does he have the ability to pull it off.”
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July 25, 1261, Outside Konstantinopolis,

Isaakios Thrakesios ducked as an arrow flew where his head was, and kept running. The army under the command of Alexios Strategopoulos was assaulting the triple walls of Konstantinopolis, and Isaakios had the misfortune of being on the front lines of the attack.

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The walls in front of Isaakios crumbled and fell under the fire from the catapults. Isaakios cursed now he would have to be the first into the gap, Isaakios was no coward, but he wasn’t about to go around needlessly endangering himself. With a yell Isaakios charges up the ruble, and unsheathes his sword. As the choking dust clears Isaakios stabs an Italian trying to get up. A Frankish knight calmly appears out of the dust, Bastard Sword and shields in hand, chain mail rustling, and ferociously swings his sword at Isaakios.

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The Frank with skillful precession hit Isaakios in the helm, and he fell crashing down. Isaakios scrambled backwards and stood up. Isaakios lunged forward with a thrust, but the Frank blocked it with his shield. As the Frank’s sword swung toward Isaakios’s unprotected side, a sword intercepted it. Crossing swords with the Frank was Isaakios’s best friend Cyril.

The Frank disengaged and skipped back a few feet while Isaakios and Cyril warily approached him. Cyril muttered, “You take the right I’ll take the left,” and launched forward. The Frank blocks his blow, and uses Cyril’s momentum to carry him forward. The Frank whacks Cyril’s side with his shield and Cyril goes sprawling into the dirt losing his helm. Isaakios seeing his friend in trouble swings his sword, and the Frank instead of delivering a death blow to Cyril spins on a dime and blocks Isaakios’s blow.

The Frank smiles and goes into a bewildering series of undercuts and overhands, reversing the sword at the end of each leading into the next blow. Isaakios barely holding on is taken by surprise when the Frank kicks him in the stomach knocking him to the ground. A spear stabs the Frank in the side, and the Frank yells in surprise and pain. Standing there was Isaakios’s sergeant, Damien.

The Frank swings around with his sword and cuts through the hardened wood of the spear, leaving Damien with only a stick. Cyril charges to Damien’s defense, and positions himself in between them. The Frank swings, when Cyril blocks the blow, he grabs Cyril’s arm with his shield hand, and head-butts him. Cyril falls to dirt unconscious.

As the Frank closes in on Damien, Isaakios unnoticed gets up, blood and sweat dripping into his eyes. He drops his shield, and while running smashes into the Frank with a massive two-handed blow. His sword breaks the mail, and sinks into the Frank’s back instantly killing him.

Isaakios looks around, and sees the remaining Latin’s fleeing into the city, the day was theirs. Damien reaches into his belt and pulls out a poor representation of the Byzantine flag. Fastening that to his broken spear he waves the Byzantine flag for the first time in fifty-five years over the Queen of City’s.

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By Such Accidents History is Made:

October 28, 1320, Konstantinopolis,

Andronikos Palaiologos grandson of Autokrator Andronikos II Palaiologos, and son of Co-Emperor Michael IX Palaiologos sat up, and yawned. At the age of twenty-three Andronikos was a smart, likeable, and strong. He was truly a bear of a man. Servants streamed in presenting breakfast and clothes to the young princes choosing.

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Andronikos seemed destined to the throne. Showing aptitude at all things martial he would make a fine emperor.

Andronikos was finishing up his breakfast when his two sisters, Theodora and Anna, swept into the room silk swirling. With a smile Theodora said, “Manual is waiting for you in the courtyard, you’re late again.” Andronikos drowned the last of his wine, and says, “I’m coming.” “You shouldn’t drink wine with breakfast,” observes Anna. “Shut up.”

Andronikos stumbles out of his room, and runs down the stairs into the courtyard. As he puts on his leather sparring armor he sees his brother, Manuel. Tall, lithe, and thin he was the physical opposite of Andronikos. “Come on Andronikos. Slow poke,” Andronikos grunted, but didn’t say anything. “O.K. I’m ready,” Andronikos pronounced, and crouched into a fighting stance. Andronikos thrust his sword, a Broadsword, at Manuel’s ribs. Manuel gracefully sidestepped, and delivered a blow of his own.

Thirty minute’s later both sat down breathing heavily. Servants walk up, and offer water to the young princes. Manuel after taking a particularly long gulp groaned, and said, “I forgot my gift for Anna in my chambers. “Just get some servants to go get it,” came the response. Manuel with a smile says, “No, you know she has spies all over this place.” Andronikos sighs, and says, “Whatever just don’t take forever.”

Manuel is taking forever Andronikos thought leaning on the old façade of the roof. He turns around, and says to his manservant, “He is taking too long go and look for him.” The manservant obeyed, and walked away. Andronikos sighs, and leans back on façade staring at the stairs. Crack! The piece of marble he was leaning back on broke, and fell down into the courtyard. Andronikos spins, and looks down in horror. Under the marble laid a man. In some distant piece of conscious Andronikos realized the man tall, thin, and lithe.

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November 19, 1320, Konstantinopolis,

“You murdered your brother!” shouted the elderly Andronikos II Palaiologos. “It was an accident!” roared back Andronikos III Palaiologos. How could he accuse him of murdering his brother thought Andronikos, I loved him. “An accident? Your father died from grief, because you shoved a marble block onto Manuel!” thundered back the old man. “He died because he loved Manuel like me! I was leaning back against the marble, and the old stone broke and fell!” pleaded the younger Andronikos. “That’s it I disown you from the Palaiologos family! I disown you from the line of emperors!” announced the elder. Andronikos II stood stunned, staring at his grandfather. His jaw opened and closed speechlessly. How could he DO this to me Andronikos thought? It was an accident. Andronikos spun on his heel, and marched out of the room the only thing he was thinking was, he will pay, he will pay.

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Was the elder Andronikos making a mistake? Or was it actually a murder?
 
So how am I doing the lack of responces in killing me.
 
So how am I doing the lack of responces in killing me.

You are doing well. A nice bit of kinslaying, and a good shift between events at a strategic level and those of a more personal nature.
 
The Ends Justify the Means:​

November 21, 1320, Konstantinopolis,

Konstantinopolis, City of Men’s Desire, it was a far cry from the glory of old. The brutal sacking of the city during the Fourth Crusade, and the war-ravaged countryside saw to a population of 90,000. A far cry from the days of Manuel I Kommenous where 400,000 people strolled the streets only a century and a half ago. In the midst of the closing of shops and evening bustle, a group of hooded riders gallop toward the Gate of St.Romanus. They gallop out of the city as guards try to stop them.

Sometime later, they stop to rest and the lead rider pulls off his hood revealing the face of Andronikos III Palaiologos. Andronikos grumbles to one of the other riders “Make a fire Gabriel.” Gabriel obeys while others set up camp, setting up tents, fetching water, and numerous smaller tasks. Andronikos looks distantly out at the last vestiges of the sunset thinking of the past, the present, and the future.

Andronikos frowns, and turns to speak to his fellow travelers, “My grandfather has wrongly accused me of murdering my brother Manuel, and has disowned me. I will not stand for this blatant wrongdoing.” Andronikos’s steadily crescendoing voice turns into a yell, “I will not stand for this! I will have my birth right restored to me!” Andronikos stops, looks around, and in a quieter voice says, “For the next few months we will ride throughout Thrace gathering support for this war. My grandfather will not get away with this.” Andronikos sighs, sits down, and begins talking in low hushed voices to his companions. Somewhere in the distance a crow cries in anticipation for the blood about to spill.
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July 12, 1328, Konstantinopolis,
Alexios yawned. He thought back to the day he got the invitation, several armed men standing at the door with a herald informing Alexios that he had been invited to the coronation. All nobles no matter how minor were obligated to attend the new emperor’s lengthy coronation. Alexios looked around the Hagia Sophia futilely trying to find somebody he knew. Failing this, he returned his focus to the ceremony.

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The Patriarchate was ranting on and on about gods will, and whatever else that would make this speech take forever. Was it really necessary to have everybody attend? It’s not as if anybody will contest his claim after an eight year civil war.

Alexios snorted, he had heard rumors, as had everybody. It appeared that Andronikos murdered his brother, but the official imperial pronouncement was an accident. Alexios didn’t care any way just as long as the war was over; finally trade could get back to normal.

Thinking of trade, his life blood, Alexios looked down at his robes, no at his rags. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead in these; everybody knows the silk made by the emperors is as wearable as toilet rags. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and this civil war had made everybody beggars, disrupting the trade routes to Cathy. Finally the crown was coming in the ceremony is wrapping up. Then again, after the coronation is the ball, but that fight Alexios could handle. Alexios sighed, and applauded as the crown was placed on Andronikos III Palaiologos in Christ Basileus and Autokrator of all true Romans. The new Emperor left the platform, and people started filling out of the room. Finally it’s time for the party. Alexios headed for the doors and smiled for the first time during the entire ceremony

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Ok last update of the prolouge next time we will get into the game sorry about the wait got destraced, and which map do you like better:

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So do you want province lines or no?
 
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The province lines are helpful. They giva an idea of how big a task conquering a particular state will be.
 
Early Reign of Andronikos III

January 18, 2011, London,

Professor Conor O’Rourke leaned back in this chair, and looked over the less than full classroom. Perhaps he shouldn’t be disappointed, after all the exploits of Ioannes, Alexandros, and Andronikos IV brought much more of a crowd than the forgotten Andronikos III. He stood up once everybody was seated, and said, “Students I’m sure you all had a fantastic winter break, but now it’s time to get back to work.”

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Professor Conor O'Rourke a famous professor of Medival Byzantine history at the University of London.​

“Can anyone tell me where we left off?” O’Rourke asked hopefully. Silence. O’Rourke sighed and said, “We left off right after Andronikos III disposed his grandfather Andronikos II. Ahh… its coming back now is it? Today we will review the civil war, and talk about Andronikos’s III reign up to the Kantakouzenos’s rebellion.”

O’Rourke began pacing, “Most of my colleagues would say the Palaiologos Empire starts upon the ascension of Ioannes I Palaiologos, but I disagree the foundations of Ioannes’s sudden revival were laid by his father; the extremely centralized state and the destruction of the Empire’s greatest enemy were done by none other than Andronikos III Palaiologos. When Andronikos III Palaiologos came to the throne ascended the throne the Byzantine Empire hanging on a knifes edge. One false move the empires enemies would come swooping in.”

A girl raised a tentative hand. “Yes?” an annoyed O’Rourke asks. The girl’s name, O’Rourke remembers, is Katie. Katie asks, “How did the Empire get in such a fragile state?”

“Do you remember nothing I told you of before break,” O’Rourke scathingly replies. “The policies of Andronikos’s grandfather such as, dismantling the navy, the Catalan Company incident, and the collapse of the empires frontier in Asia, all brought the country to its knees.”

“While Andronikos III did better than his father or grandfather he still could not prevent the gradual destruction of Byzantine Anatolia by the Ottoman Turks. In 1329 the Ottomans decisively thwarted Andronikos’s attempt to relieve the sieges of Nicomedia and Nicaea. Nicaea subsequently fell in 1331 and Nicomedia followed in 1337. In fact Andronikos’s only successes on that side of the Bosporus was in capturing the islands of Lesbos and Chios from Benedetto Zaccaria even that did not do nothing to stop the Ottomans.”

“But, he did fare better in Europe. The Empires main enemy in Europe was the Serbian Kingdom which was reaching its peak in power and influence. In 1330 the Serbians crushed a Bulgarian force moving to meet up with Andronikos. Andronikos then tried to reconquer Bulgarian Thrace but was defeated by a new Bulgarian emperor. In 1334 the Serbians marched into Macedonia with the help of traitorous Thessaloniki governor Syrgiannes Palaiologos. But when Byzantine general Sphrantzes Palaiologos betrayed and killed Syrgiannes, the Serbian army was thrown in disarray, and a white peace was signed.”

“In 1337 Andronikos invaded the Despotate of Epirus which was set up as a rival successor following the fall of Constantinople to the Fourth Crusade. After a quick victory over Epirus, he attacked the Duchy of Athens; which ironically, was set up by the survivors of the Catalan Company. There was only one problem, Athens was ruled by the powerful Pere d’Argo, King of Aragon. Andronikos quickly captured Athens, but in the spring of 1338, the Pere’s army began to land in southern Greece. On April 12, Andronikos met Pere’s superior force in the fields outside the village of Maston. Andronikos depl…

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Midmorning, April 12, 1338, Outside Maston,

Andronikos III Paliologos cursed. Standing here in full armor, in this excessive heat was killing him. “Sir the enemy is moving forward,” said Timmithy Komnenos, his megas domestikos. Andronikos without looking replied, “Good. When they get in range open up missile fire. Also give word to the Cumans and Bulgarians calvery on the left flank to be ready to counter any charge from that direction. Same to the Greeks on the right.” As couriers scurried off with messages, Andronikos turns to the front ranks of the Varangian Guard, and shouts, “Today, we are joined together by the bond of brothers in arms. By tomorrow many of us will be dead, but whether we die with glory, or with cowardice, is up to ourselves! We are bringing the Empire to new heights; victory here will leave all of Greece open to our recovery. For the Empire!”

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Early Afternoon, April 12, 1338, Outside Maston,

Andronikos spun on his heel, barely catching a Latin blade on his sheild. Swiftly, Andonikos despatched him, and looked around for a new enemy. “My Emperor!” a shout rings from the back of the lines. Andronikos sees Timmithy waving his arm and shouting. Andronikos struggles to hear and asks, “What?” Struggling he hears snatchs of words over the clash of metal on metal and screaming men. “… Latins… left flank… look!” Andronikos looks over to the left flank and what he sees makes his blook run cold.

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The Byzantine army at this point is made up mostly of mercenarys, but it retains its heart of proffesional sodiers, the Varangian Guard.

The King of Aragon’s personal guard was galloping toward the already engaged calvery on the left flank. With a sickening clash, they ram into the flank of the Bulgarian knights. Almost immediately the Bulgarians start retreating. At first in ones and twos, but later in large numberss. Soon the Byzantine wing ceased to exist. The Aragonese then wheeled, in an iron display of disipline,toward the left flank of the already outnummbered Byzantine infantry. Andronikos looked away instincltivly knowing that the battle was lost, and began to organize a retreat.

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Evening, April 12, 1338, Outside Maston

Andronikos looked over the remants of his army thinking back to the events of that day, and of the casulties. The left wing of calvery was scattered to the winds and it would take a while to know the dead in that unit. The right wing succesfully disengaged, so there were relativly few losses there. The infantry was where the greatest losses occurred. From just a quick look, propably about half of the force was captured, missing, or dead. Most of those were from the collapse and rout, rather than from the fight itself.

Timithy, as always, was standing close by. He inquires, “Orders sir?” With a grunt, Andronikos tears his eyes away from the broken army, and said, “we will retreat to Athens with the majority, and dispearse the rest for garrison duty.” Timithy nods, and says “As you wish your magesty.”

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January 18, 2011, London

“The Byzantines lost 5,000 of their 9,000 men, 3,000 from infantry and 2,000 from calvery. The Aragonese lost 3,500 men out of their 12,000, 2,000 from infantry, and 1,500 knights. After the battle, Andronikos withdrew to the larger cities of Greece, and remained on the defenisve. For the next year, Pere invested small city’s and castles in southren Greece, but running out of food and winter coming on, he was froced to sign a peace with Andronikos. This map shows the territory of the Byzantine Empire at the end of the Catalian War. While on the road to recovery it would take a civil war, and the fall of the empires most tenacious enemy to reach the glorys of the next fifty years”

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“The reason I’m going into such detail about the Battle of Maston is because it is the only true irriversable defeat the empire suffered for three quarters of a century. And despite losing the battle, Andronikos still managed to hold on to the city of Athens throughout the summer. O’Rourke droned on , “He was able to keep it during the peace negotioations, while Pere only retaned the rest of southern Greece,”. As he talks, he glances at the clook; damm, out of time again, “Well I expect an essay on Andronikos’s reign up to the Battle of Maston when we meet agin on Thursday.” The bell rang, and the class loudly filed out of the room. As the last of them left, O’Rourke turns to his desk, takes out an balony sandwich, and thinks, “Time for lunch.”

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Whew, that was a long update I'll be using Prof. O'Rourke to cheat through the slower parts of the story :p, and he eventuly gets his own plot which will have a happy ending unlike other charecters of this AAR :D.
 
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You definitely picked one of the harder scenarios for the Romans - 1337 is a tough fight. It is a fight that can go either way, however. I will definitely be following this.
 
It may be hard, but noting compared to in real life. In CK they give you 25,000 men and 50 gold a month compared to real life were Andronikos III at the most had 4,000 and could barely get any money. And in real life people aren't so considerite as to let you fight them one at a time. In game the battle between me and Aragon was 20,000 v 30,000 but there was no way Andronikos could raise that in real life, and even 9,000 was alot.
 
1337 is one of the harder scenarios, and you took the more historical route rather than the gamey one (taking out the small Turkish beyliks to gain some power before challenging any of the Christian powers). Real life Andronikos wouldn't have been able to do that considering the sorry state of the fleet. Kudos for not choosing the easy path... though by the sounds of it, glory is not far away for Andronikos...
 
I think in real life the Byzantine fleet is 12 ships if I remember correctly. Andronikos II completly disbanded the 80 ship fleet of his dad to save money. Bad move :(.
 
um... yeah you're right...

From now on in this AAR Konstantinopolis will have 2 walls!