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The Shacks

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House Lusignan Campaign shall continue Friday 11PM GMT 14/12/2018

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My first Holy Fury singleplayer charting the fortunes of House Lusignan. An RP run our goal is to achieve some of the farflung dynastic sucesses of the IRL family. This campaign will be streamed every Tuesday afternoon from 3pm and Friday Evening from 11pm from here on out.

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'A royal house of French origin, which at various times ruled several principalities in Europe and the Levant, including the kingdoms of Jerusalem, Cyprus, and Armenia, from the 12th through the 15th centuries during the Middle Ages. It also had great influence in England and France.

The family originated in Poitou, near Lusignan in western France, in the early 10th century. By the end of the 11th century, the family had risen to become the most prominent petty lords in the region from their castle at Lusignan. In the late 12th century, through marriages and inheritance, a cadet branch of the family came to control the kingdoms of Jerusalem and Cyprus. In the early 13th century, the main branch succeeded in the Counties of La Marche and Angoulême.

As Crusader kings in the Latin East, they soon had connections with the Hethumid rulers of the Kingdom of Cilicia, which they inherited through marriage in the mid-14th century. The Armenian branch fled to France and eventually Russia after the Mamluk conquest of their kingdom.

The claim was taken by the Cypriot branch, until their line failed. This kingdom was annexed by the Republic of Venice in the late 15th century. '


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Summary Log -

Ep4


'So far this minor noble house has, in three (short) generations managed to secure themselves as major dukes in central France to the fatal detriment of the house of poitou whilst a junior branch is establishing itself - with typical Lusignan ruthlessness - within the recently formed Kingdom of the Holy Land.

However the charismatic young Bohemian king and his faithful Lusignan marshall have both recently perished in battle with the Moslem, extinguishing in an instant the twin pillars of the nascent and fragile Christian realm. Whats more the new king and the Lord Lusignan are children both, A realm in Minority while the Saracens and Seljuks sharpen their swords.'

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Ep5

'Renaud II, God praise his name has emerged as the undisputed king of Jerusalem. Paid for in rivers of blood both Christian and Saracen. Having survived the harrowing ordeal of his childhood -councilled by his Lusignan uncles into colloboration - and the holy trial by fire of his war with the Caliph, Renaud is now a true crusader-king forged in battle and faith.

Stoked with the fires of God he wields the ruthlessness of his family as well as Bohemond or Robert before him, intent on stamping his will onto the Holy Land by smiting the Moslems that sought to control his youth.

Yet despite this need for revenge and religiosity, to the north the ambitious king scents even greater temporal reward as the Italians and Germans squabble over
l'empire des grecs, unaware of his designs upon this most prized of corpses....'

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Ep6

'1151, King Renaud has lain dead these past twelve years. Cut down in his prime at twenty-six barely two years after his victory over the Khalifa and his coronation. Jerusalem has suffered lightly under its latest regency though the new Duke of Outerjordan, the departed Leonard's distant relative, an imperious boy of sixteen has sought to stir trouble wher he can, aided by his ever willing acomplice the Grand-Master of the Templar Knights.

Robert II however is now in his majority, as a scholarly man of seventeen years he is a marked break from his forebearers. Perhaps a thinking man can now create a true kingdom within the boundries crafted in blood by his father and grandfather.'

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Ep7

'Robert being all that his tutors expected brought peace to Jerusalem. A precious peace. He united the realm beneath the aweing majesty of royal pageant and the clink of gold rather than the marching of troops. He gave the bleeding manpower base of the crusader-state time to recover, arranging tournaments, feasts and fairs rather than wars. He even reached out to a Muslim empire far to the east at the distant extant of the great silk-road, seeing in them a counterbalance to the Turk and Saracan mauraders. Robert was a peacemaker unlike his father, though it did not save him. Taken up to heaven at twenty one. the young king simply gave out one night, the cause determined to be his weak physical health.

Once more, all too soon, the realm finds itself in a regency. Two sons and a bastard uncle all that remmain of House Lusignan in the Holy-Land whilst in France an all consuming Occitan revolt tears away all that the Lusignans once held reducing them oncemore to humble counts.'

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Ep9

'Renaud III has ascended to the throne, baptised by Callistus, annointed with the holy chrism by Honorius. Once more a sanctified and Godly king sits the throne of Jerusalem. Once more war rumbles. The Fatimids fight the assembled host of Christendom, crusader-states springing up like the first rains after a drought all over the crumbling Arab empire. From old Carthage to Anatolia Christians control the lands that once belonged to Rome. Whilst Renaud solidifies his grasp upon his child-brother's land his advisors council war. Holy war. Just War. A war to once and for all restore Jerusalem to the glory it deserves. Rendre gloire à Dieu, Deus Vult!'
 
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Twitch Chapter Log -



.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep1. The Two Hughes & The Sorrow of Simon
.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.2 The Lame Lord of Lusignan, Arrival In Ascalon
.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.3 Robert The Rascal & Ruprecht The Borivoj Lion
.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.4 The Dark Days of Young Renaud, Shia Solutions And the Shadow of Ali
.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.5 Renaud II God's King, The Heart of Christendom
.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.6 Ignoble Death, a King gone too soon (Error in post-proccessing rendered this broadcast unsavable)
.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.7 Peace Through Piety

.CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.8 A Brief Childish Interlude
.Ck2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.9 Renaud Again
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CK2 Holy Fury Campaign - House Lusignan Take 2 Ep.10 Regret & Remorse, Siblings Eh

Youtube Chapter Log -


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Episode Schedule - Ep.10 will be streamed at 11pm GMT Friday 7/12/2018

'Renaud III has ascended to the throne, baptised by Callistus, annointed with the holy chrism by Honorius. Once more a sanctified and Godly king sits the throne of Jerusalem. Once more war rumbles. The Fatimids fight the assembled host of Christendom, crusader-states springing up like the first rains after a drought all over the crumbling Arab empire. From old Carthage to Anatolia Christians control the lands that once belonged to Rome. Whilst Renaud solidifies his grasp upon his child-brother's land his advisors council war. Holy war. Just War. A war to once and for all restore Jerusalem to the glory it deserves. Rendre gloire à Dieu, Deus Vult!'
 
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Interlude I - The Fortress Of Mirabel, Jerusalem, October 1137 AD.

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As the first hesitant rays of dawn cast their searching fingers of light across the awakening city of Jérusalem , a young Roi assessed his domain from above, much the same as Dieu, he mused before wincing at his own temerous blasphemy. Tucked within a high, crenelated balcony of the Forteresse de Mirabel, Renaud, second of his name and King of Jérusalem, brooded. Twenty-four years, from cradle to coronation. Twenty-four long years of labouring under the shadow of the Khalifa. He had been born amidst the chaos and the faltering of the first Crusader kingdom. His father, the Lord Marshall Robert Lusignan, laid low in his own dukedom, in his own court. The confusion. The chaos. The sweeping tide of Saracen soldiers as the nascent kingdom was abandoned by the gutless and rotten Empire that spawned it. Those were his earliest memories. Then had come the dark years. Counselled by oncle Guilhem along the path of submission and subversion, despite the fierce protestations of his father’s leal knights, Monsieur de Saint-Pol foremost amongst them, Renaud had donned his mask. And how heavy a burden it had been to wear it all those years. Paraded before Latif and his Khalifial court as a model example of Christian submission and conversion, he had thus avoided the fate of the wider Latin aristocracy. Even been rewarded for his 'loyalty' whilst others dissapered or languished in the blackest of donjons. Until he let slip the mask, until he let loose the avenging Angels. Renaud smiled grimly, his fair face translating the move into a full grimace as he recounted that long and bloody war amidst the sand and smoke of the Sinai. Already it had become one insane blur of mad dashes through the desert, always one step ahead of the Arabs and their overwhelming numbers. Chevauchée, raid after raid, falling upon minor hosts of Bedouin and Berber warriors before retreating to the ships in the face of the ‘Fatimid Lion’ and his endless advance, to return to Ascalon to begin the process anew.



He had fallen to the depths of desperation many times during those hazy years. But here he was now, born anew. Roi, Rex, King, as the temporal lord of Christ’s ministry on earth, crowned and anointed with the holy chrism. Though not by that lecherous Israelite that called himself the Pope of Roma. Twice in his short life he had been summoned, nay dragged, to the feet of the Vicar of Roma, forced to grovel in the merde stained streets of the Holy See before the entire assemblage of the city's poor and unwashed. All to assuage the Vatican of their fear of a Lusignan, nay, a Frenchman seating his arse on the throne of Jérusalem.



He scratched at the raw redness of his sun-burnt skin, cracking beneath his well-groomed beard. The young king was seemingly oblivious to the glorious rays of light he now bathed in as the fifth day of the tenth month of the one thousandth one hundred and thirty seventh year of the Lord Jesus Christ heralded its arrival. But he was not. Though its exuberance was wasted in its entirety upon Renaud, lost as he was in deep set thought. As the sun casts its brilliance upon me now I must cast God’s light upon my people. Arab and Latin, Moslem and Christian alike. And yet all I see is la corruption. To the North, Italiens and Allemands, crawling like maggots over the bloated corps of L'empire de rome. In every other direction bar the setting of sun, the Saracens elsewise reigned, preparing to jihad anew against his nascent and fragile kingdom. God’s Kingdom. It was Dieu’s work he sought to do, truly, yet for all his burning desire for religiosity and revenge against the Moslem infidel, Renaud’s mind returned time and again - like an inquisitive tongue cleaving to a sore - to those slights, real and imagined visited upon him and his kingdom by his fellow Latins. It was they who had sought to damn him. Callistus and his conniving and ungodly cardinaux and the unfathomable realpolitik of the Holy Roman court.


Oui, revenge will indeed be sweet. He had earnt it, had he not? surviving this, his trial by fire. Making it to this moment, Hell, even that he was able to take a moment’s respite to ponder these, his many grievances spoke of the triumph inherent in his ability to still draw breath. He smiled, openly, for the first time in many a month. Though there was none around to share in the moment. Dieu would have his due, Outremer would never again fall to the Saracen whilst he drew breath. But he was a man before he was a Catholic. The Lord would understand. Those greedy ‘Christians’ that had helped themselves to the spoils of Constantinople whilst Frenchmen bled for the cause of righteousness upon the sands would soon find Lusignan wrath brought down upon them. Their spoils stripped from them. Their reputation laid low. Their holdings appropriated. Famagusta would come first, then perhaps the jewel of Christendom itself. The fallen whore of the east. Constantinople. How sweet it will be. Renaud II, Crusader King of Jerusalem turned from the sun-wreathed balcony toward his awaiting council seated within. Stepping from light to dark. Duke Leonard bowed his head respectfully, beckoning to his ward-cum-divine king ‘Mon roi? Allons-nous commencer?’
 
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