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Chapter 1: Whispers of War (769 - 772)

"One of the many tribal unions of early slavs the Dregovich tribe inhabited the banks of the Pripyat river. One of the earliest persons to be known to us from this people is the man known as Igor of Turov, confirmed to have been a ruler in the year 769 and a warlord who would come to expand the tribe's influence in the area."

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High Chief Igor of Turov is in his early thirties when we meet him in the year 769, the ruler of several chiefdoms and the High Chief of Turov. His youth was unremarkable and his father is lost to the fog of history but he emerges a diplomatic if short-tempered man with high ambitions who has decided it is time to unite his realm oncemore and with his sights set on war to this very end. At this time he was already married to High Chieftess Premyslava and with an heir, Igor Igorovich who was being raised acording to the ancient tenants of rulership and governance. Supporting Igor is also a highly competent council of particular note for the plans at hand the warrior Rogvolod, already proven in battle as a brilliant stratergist and a honest man.

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Igor's realm in the year 769 is small and surrounded by tribal rivals, to the north the Chiefdoms of Polotosk and Lithuania, to the west the Chiefdoms Yatvingia and Volhynia, to the south Drevilania and to the east the Chiefdom of Stolsk. Of particular note were Drevilania and Stolsk as both laid claim which in the past had been considered part of the Dregovich's realm, indeed to the south over the river Pripyiat lay the land Turov from which were Igor's Chiefdom's namesake.

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Chief Lyubomir who rules over the Chiefdom of Slutsk to the east is quickly seen as the weakest of the realms and the land of Slutsk itself is that which High Chief Igor has claim upon and so in the early spring of 1769 it is declared that the lost lands will be retaken, the Turov Chiefdom shall be made whole again and Igor shall rule from the ancestral home of the Dragovich family. The warrior Rogvolod is sent out to train the men of the chiefdom and prepare them for the war that is to come whilst Diviner Stanislav seek the gods' omens and blessings for war. High Chieftess Premyslava is sent on a ship down the river to the renowed distant court of Constantinopel, the reasons unknown. At the sametime a discreet messenger is sent north into the realm of Polotsk, a generous gift is made to persuade Chieftan Svetozar's warleader, a proven warrior going by the name of Ilyia, to enter into Igor's service. It is an offer that is quickly seized upon and sees Igor with a tested commander to lead his host.

It is declared that the war will begin come the high summer of the year and as spring begins to near its end a young maiden of the court, Malusha, is sacrifised to the gods to secure good fortune in the battles to come. In the same spirit High Chieftan Igor seeks out the legendary Champions of Perun, warrior of renown to amend his lack of martial prowess. But disaster strikes quickly and in the initial testing the Chieftan is badly wounded, although admitted into the famous lodge. So wounded it was not until well into the autumn of 769 that Igor's ambition got the better of him and the call to war was sounded.

Near fifteen-hundred men were mustered and gathered in Pinsk on the very border of Slutsk lead by Ilyia, now named Master of the Blade. The first battle was in the marshes as Ilyia managed to ambush the warriors crossing the border, an easy victory as they outnumbered the enemy three-to-one. Never the less one of the highborn warriors in the host proved himself well in the battle, known as Yefimiy of Chiting he was quickly appointed a commander for his valour. The host was broken into two groups then, one marching into Slutsk lay claim to the land while the other remained in Pilsk to push back any counter-attack the routed enemies may attempt. A few skirmishes followed but in March 770 Lyubomir surrendered his claim on Slutsk.

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Having gotten his first taste of war Igor turned his eyes south of the river then, towards Turov. Letting his ambition get the better of him with his feasting men around him he sent a messenger to Chieftan Dobroslav delcaring his claim upon the land and set to cross the river with his host. Shocked to face no resistance as they ascended the shore of Turov it was first then Igor learned that Dobroslav was already at war. The High Chieftess Dobrava of Kiev had declared a subjugation war and it quickly dawned on Igor this was now a race between them, could he settle his claim on Turov before Dobroslav might turn a vassal to the power powerful realm to the south?

What followed was a longer war as Igor marched into Kiev itself to make battle with Chieftan Dobraslav, it turned out a difficult battle as the crossing of a lesser river granted the enemy the advantage yet number carried the day. It was here Igor took upon himself the monikber "the Great Bear", for he was now a conqueror and no stranger to the ways of war.

It would all prove to be for naught, with victory within his grasp Igor woke one day to find a messenger from Dobrava of Kiev declaring Dobroslav her vassal and demanding he send his host back across the river. Weakened from the earlier battle and now facing the prospect of war with a much stronger foe than he had anticipated Igor retreated. As his warriors returned home he also had his wife sent for, returned from the exotic forieng lands putting his ambitions towards his heir and hopes for new children. With war in his future he also set to create weaponsmiths in his chiefdoms so that he may be able to equip a standing retinue of warriors in the future.

But now he stood at the crossroad of war with Kiev to reclaim his ancestral seat of power. Was it best to strike quickly, before Dobraslav could build up his forces oncemore to add to Chieftess Dobrava's warriors? Or ought he build up his own, his spies suggested their armies would be evenly matched on the field of battle but the great rivers of their land would stand in his way.

It was now the very first dawn of the year 772.

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Kiev - I wonder if you will go Orthodox a la Vladimir?

Welcome to the forums and to AAR writing
 
Thank you, been reading a few recently and I do very much enjoy the narrative aspect that CK2 offers. I am a pretty new player and I am not wholly familiar with all of the game's mechanics so hoping this might also be a learning experience. Already ran into my first blunder in the second war where I was at 98% warscore then Kiev won their side of the war and I lost all my progress, leading to the current situation.

Regarding Orthodoxy I am making no plans as it is! I will be trying to roleplay my rulers as it were so will depend upon what sort of Chiefs I end up having. But who knows if the High Chieftess brought some sympathies back with her following her stay in Constantinopel. A question however for the more experienced, I see I have the option to lay claim to all of Kiev through my De Jure claim for a penalty to my Prestige, I am not clear on if that will give me all the land or only Turov and vassalize the rest?
 
The Dregoviches
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Rule of High Chief Igor of Turov
773 Spring - Summer
Igor stood on a hill overlooking the last township of the mighty Kiev chiefdom. Over fifteen-hundred men bearing the mark of his clan stood at the ready, axes and blades in hand and hungry for blood. It had been just over a year since they had been repelled from the shores of Turov after Chief Dobraslav had bent the knee to the mightier Chieftess Dobrava of Kiev who had then demanded their retreat. It had been a short peace however as within a few months word had reached Igor over the great river that Dobraslav's warriors had been gathered and sent south. Indeed spies soon told of an invasion from the south, one of the great Khans had laid claim upon Dobrava's most southern territory and invaded with a great horde of over three-thousand warriors. It was a sign from the gods, Igor had decided and the sounded the call to war oncemore, to reclaim the ancestral seat of his family. Turov had been ripe for the taking, the only men left to defend the lands the old or unable but even as they burned the towns they began to encounter even more villagers fleeing from the west. Chief Briachislav of Volhynia to the west had smelled blood in the water much like Igor and scavengers are lured to easy prey, but his goal was the subjugation of Dobrava and her lands which oncemore put Igor on the clock as he could very well suffer the same fate as last should she Chieftess surrender before he cemented his claim on Turov.

The months that followed were a great terror for the people of Kiev as four armies ravaged their way through the towns, many of them pillaged and burned whilst others were only fated to starve as the soldiers demanded their provisions and the war made only the foolish farmer dare care for his harvest. The Bolghar from the far south laid claim to the southern borders which they spoke of as beloning to their lands. Chief Briachslav lingered around the western borders meeting no resistance while Igor himself lead his armies for the heart, Chieftess Dobrava's seat of power in Kiev itself hoping to make a quick end of his side of the war.

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So here he stood, oncemore the victor. Before Igor stood Dobrava herself in her mail, ill-fitted for her, although he had heard she was no warrior but a wordsmith. Behind her was the town itself, many buildings smoldering and her surviving men gathered up outside of it, disarmed and under guard from spirited warriors. It was with a confident smile he finally spoke to her, the woman who had denied him this very thing but a year ago.

"You are bested, woman. Not a town under your protection lies untouched by war, your men are broken, your people sent fleeing into the hills. They have nothing left. You have nothing left." he took a breath as he looked at her, even in defeat she stood tall and proud as any men who had faced his mercy. "But I am a generous Chief, I ask only for what is -mine-. Turov." the men around him, all armed and armoured murmured in agreement although he could see surprise upon the faces of Yefiyma and Ilyia, he had promised them land, afterall.

"You leave me little choice High Chief." Dobrava spoke in a calm voice even now. "Turov is yours, I lay no claim to it and Chief Debroslav will learn to do the same." it was said with a smile, almost as if it were an offering rather than a spoil of war. She took a step closer to him, then another "And you will leave me like this? You said yourself I have nothing left, my people are on the run and while your warriors have bested my own you know lesser men are shortly behind you. Briachslav does not share your generousity." her hand came to touch his arm, she was close now. Igor had never thought of her youth before, in truth she had not ruled in Kiev for long. She could not be older than twenty-five winters. "I fear what will be done to me, Igor. To my people." her tone now carrying just an edge of pleading. "Once he puts these lands beneath him he will rule all along the banks of Pripyat, except yours."

Their talk continued for nearly an hour but in the wake of it a pact had been made.
 
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Well, that is an interesting development at the end there.
 
Subscribing.
 
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Rule of High Chief Igor of Turov
Betrayal at Kiev
773 Spring

It had been some days since Igor had met with Dobrava and his army, nearly fifteen-hundred slavic warriors had lingered outside the wooden walls of Kiev. Noone had seen the High Chieftess but it was known to all she had relented any claim upon Turov. Chief Briachslav wondered at that, had the High Chief grown greedy and demanded more of the Chieftess? Why had he not left? But his own host could not stop, Kiev was their goal. The lands they had marched over were barren and pillaged, his own men having complained there was no loot to gain in this war. Between the Khans, Chief Igor and his own men it had all been consumed at the hands of hungry warriors. But this left her weak, before the day was over he expected to have her before him swearing fealty. The lands of Kiev had shrunk it was true with Turov lost to Igor and the southern border now under the rule of the Khan but the Chieftess would still be a powerful vassal, once her lands regrow.

He approached High Chief Igor's lines with his bodyguard a hand raised in a proclamation of peace, afterall he had no issue with these men. Not long after the Igor emerged backed by his own armoured warriors. "Briachslav! You made it, I fear we have left little in the way of sport for you!" mockery in his tone and a wide grin. It was true however, he saw no spears along the wooden walls of Kiev.

"Igor." Briachslav grunted in return, they were not familiar the two of them, having only met at a festival or two through the years which gathered all chiefs of the area. Gritting his teeth he bit down any sharp retort, he was not here to cause trouble with Igor, instead he managed a forced compliment. "I have had word of your victory, Perru have blessed you chief." his eyes drawn to the town. "But I do not come here seeking you. Where is the Chieftess, has she fled? Why do you linger here?"

Igor offered a wide smile in return, his tone merry as he dismissed the question. "The Chieftess is in my care, Chief. I let her linger in chains for a little while. She shamed me, last I were here." a sweeping gesture to the lands around them. "She can suffer a humilation of her own. But I will bring her to you, worry not. But first! Let us dine, I have the Dobrava's own own stores to share with you tonight."

it was not an offer he could refuse and the day grew into a long night as the revelry began. Large tents were erected as the two Chiefs dined on supple boar and deer, even strange fruits taken from the lands far to the south-east. Outside the warriors too grew rowdy as the caskets looted from Kiev were smahed open and shared between all. Toasts praising the victory of Igor of Turov sounding through the camps. In Igor's own a great wooden table had been set up and the men were dining together with their most favored warriors. Briachslav well into his drink at this point, they had nothing to fear afterall. The army they had come to conquer was bested and their Chieftess in chains to be handed over to him.

"Where is she then?!" he roared at Igor, not for the first time tonight, followed by laughter. "In chains you said? I hear she is young. Young and beautiful." his speech slurred even as he banged a mug into the table to demand it be filled oncemore.

Igor merely smiled at him "She will be here. See she comes now." a gesture towards the entrance to the tent. And there she was. Dobrava of Kiev, as young and beautiful as Briachslav might ever have hoped. Perhaps he would take her on as his wife, secure these lands as his very own in time. But he could not linger on such thoughts, this was a time for celebration. A time for an easy victory.

She was chained much as Igor had claimed, heavy shackled binding her wrists as she was escorted by two guards with heavy axes. Yet it was clear she had not been maltreated, which was good. It might have demanded he take action against Igor in due time, had she been. "Dobrava!" Briachslav called out with a wide grin "Come here woman! It is time you swear your oath."

She certainly carried herself a chieftess, standing proud and tall as she approached the high table. " Briachslav." Dobrava greeted, remarkably collected for the situation she had found herself in.

He slapped a hand against his thigh before rising to step before her, and then he suddently fell to the ground. His head surging with pain, eyes going black for just a moment. The world around him whirring as he stared up into the air "Wha-" he managed before seeing one of Igor's warriors stood over him brandishing an axe while another reached down to relieve the chief of his sword. It was a brief moment of calm, shock from Briachslav's own warriors before the bloody struggle began. Shouts and screams rising into the war as men drew their weapons and started hacking away at each other. But Igor's men seemed to not be as affected by the drink as Briachslav's own and short work was made of them. Outside he could hear turmoil all around them and even in his drunken state he could picture his men stabbed in the back by their hosts.

A shadow fell over him, then another. Both Dobrava and Igor stood over him, the latter with his sword in hand. "You craven bast-!" he began cursing only to be struck in the stomach with a heavy boot. Dobrava smiled, a wicked sharp thing. Those shackled now gone. "You will not have me, Briachslav. You who come here as a maggot to feast upon the carcass left by the wolf. Do I look a woman who would be ruled by maggots?" venom in her voice.

Briachslav grunted, hatred in his heart as he stared, not at Dobrava but at Igor. The man who had offered him hospitality, a seat at his table only to turn to such treachery. "You have no honour, you craven. May the Cold Ones take you! Kill me now and be done with it!" finding sudden courage in the face of his defeat, even as despair begun to settle into his heart. But Igor shook his head looking down at him "You will not die tonight Briachslav." the words resolute, before the pommel came stricking down and all turned black.


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Rule of High Chief Igor of Turov
Oathsworn
774 Summer
Igor stood upon a rock raised above the rest, around them were over a hundred men, warriors to a man who had fought with him for two long years. Finally they were back and they had returned victorious. It had been a joyus week as men got to hold their wives and children oncemore. Igor's own son had grown so much in these years, his absence noted in the child's insolent spirit. But they were gathered beneath the sky to make good on a promise before the gods and the warriors. Before him stood Yefimiy of Chiting, the man had marked himself a great warriors years ago in Igor's very first battle and had been given command of men for it. Now with the Chiefdom of Turov whole again it was Igor's turn to reward the man for his service.

"MEN!" he bellowed out with his arms sweeping in a grand gesture. "You know this man! Yefimiy?!" a question laid open for the warriors to recognize their commander and the cheer that followed spoke of the loyalty the man commanded. "Has he fought well for me?! Has he seen our enemies laid low and fought with the spirit of Perun himself?!" again a roar answered his questions and Igor looked down upon the man with a wide smile. Yefimiy was a man of Igor's age, tall with a gaunt face but strong build. He kept his dark hair cut short and his chin cleanshaved and he stood now clad in a fine tunic looking up at his High Chief.

"Yefimy. Do you swear yourself and your family to my own? To heed the call to war should it ring? Beneath the sky and the gaze of the gods do you swear this oath?" Igor spoke the words with reverence, they were old ones. But not any which had been spoken by a Dregovich for a generation.

"I do, High Chief. I swear the blood of Chiting to your own. My arm will be yours at your call, as will my warriors', beneath the sky and the gods. I swear." Yefimiy bowed his head as the oath was given and the bonds of fealty made iron.

"I name you Chief Yefimiy of Novogrodek. May you rule your lands well Chief, and lead your warriors to glory."

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Author's Note: Having maxed out my Demense for now I got to raise up my first vassal and I felt it was wholly appropiate to pick Yefimiy, a young man of noble blood without any claims who proved himself in battle. Also he named his son after Igor which always helps. Also to note I claim no historical accuracy whatsoever in the little swearing oaths of fealty scenario above.
 
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Great council to start with, I must mention. As far as the story and the gameplay itself are concerned; so far, so good. Please continue. ;)
 
Talk about a well honeyed trap
 
Great council to start with, I must mention. As far as the story and the gameplay itself are concerned; so far, so good. Please continue. ;)

I was really lucky with the council, yeah. I do not feel I am managing to be very evocatice in the story aspect yet but it's a work in progress. Also the formatting of this forum is still news to me, as can be seen by misaligned text and pictures.

Talk about a well honeyed trap

It was a pretty funny situation, once I won Turov I noticed that Briachslav was gonna subjugate Dobrava since she had been beaten down on all sides so I declared war on him while he took over besieging Kiev just after I had gotten what I wanted. Her being a seduction focused woman with high intrigue I figured I'd make a little scene of it. She had proven quite strong in the wake of it, having fended off two more attacks by the Khans after.

Also any and all construction criticism is welcome.
 
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776-784
A Warrior's Crown
Following the victory in the war against Chief Briachislav (774 - 776) Igor's ambitions which had once seemed far-flung appeared all too real. His host of warriors were now battle-tested and the best among them having risen to the rank to command. To the west was the High Chiefdom of Volhynia ruled by the aged Chief Arunas had fallen into disarray after a number of failed attempts at expansion and so the first call go subjugation was called. In the years 776-777 Igor laid claim to the chiefdoms of Grodo and Sudovia expanding his personal realm far to the west, almost reaching the shores of the baltic sea whilst Arunas swore his begruding fealty together with his own vassals.

To the north the High Chiefdom of Tver had expanded to include Turov's former neighbour of Polotsk and up along the southern bed of the great river Daugava. The war which was to follow would be the first true battle between equals in the region during Igor's generation. It took place upon the plains of Lukoml in the year 779 where over five thousand men faced off against eachother in a bloody struggle which would prove to be desisive as Chief Volodar of Twe's host never recovered from it. Later the same year he bent the knee and Igor now ruled from the Baltic Sea to the river Moskva.

In the years that followed Igor made a name for himself as a raider in the region, his warriors brought down forts, stole women and children while leaving nothing behind. He made his riches selling back these hostages to their rich lieges or families to earn both prestige and gold. It was during this time too that he was raised to the position of veteran within the Champions of Perun, his years of war having proven him blessed by the God of Thunder.

So it was in the year 784 that he was declared King, King of Ruthenia with a crown forged through blood and battle. His general and close friend Yefimy was named High Chief of Twer and given sizeable holding in the far eastern edge of the kingdom their bond sworn anew with the bethrotal of Yefimy's firstborn Igor, named after his liege and Igor's oldest daughter Tatyana. The High Chiefdom of Polotsk given to the son of the last Chief of those lands who had grown up raised by Igor himself, securing his loyalty.

High Chief Aranus had his own title retruned to him, that of Volhynia but it were an empty honour. The men's dislike for eachother well known through out the realm and so it was the old man was given the only High Chiefdom which held next to no lands within the kingdom's borders.

Fifteen years had passed since King Igor of Ruthenia first became known to the world and his ambitions had proven true. The Great Bear now ruled the largest slavic kingdom in all of Rus.


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King Igor the Gear Bear, the first King of Ruthenia.
 
Of course the trick will be to stop it all from flying apart at the succession.
 
Just a little suggestion regarding the transparency of the story; maybe you should post the table of contents with links to every chapter (somewhere in your first post, so it's top on the page), so when you have a lot of chapters, it will be much easier to scroll through them. :)
 
Of course the trick will be to stop it all from flying apart at the succession.

True, as it stands the main heir will be able to keep the whole High Chiefdom of Turov atleast and only lose the extra bits he gained in the subjugation wars. Will Igor Igorovich be the sort of man that turns to murder his brothers or a more honest soul?

Just a little suggestion regarding the transparency of the story; maybe you should post the table of contents with links to every chapter (somewhere in your first post, so it's top on the page), so when you have a lot of chapters, it will be much easier to scroll through them. :)

Noted will try and look into it later today.
 
Rule of King Igor the Great Bear of Ruthenia
795


"Kiev has fallen, my king."

They were words which Igor had feared, it had been only weeks since his Chancellor, the norse skald Eilif who had been brought to his court from across the world to record his life, had told him that the Khan to the east had settled and named himself king. King Tarján Tibor of Stezyca now ruled a learn covering all the southern borders of Igor's own kingdom and made any expansion in that direction a challenge. An obstacle as his claim upon Kiev had stood unchallenged for many years now, Dobrava's son Izbor now a powerful vassla of the hungarian king.

He turned to regard his commanders and councilors, young men almost to a man, so few of those who had come to power with him now remained. Yefimy, his closest friend and greatest general, had sickened with the Plague near a year ago and had not been long for this world after. His son was here now, High Chief Igor II of Tver, he had been named after Igor himself in the wake of their first war. A young man there was little of his father's greatness in him, known across the realm as a craven man who saw danger in even his own shadow.

His own son was dead, slain by a woman near thrice his age in a duel. Igor took some solace in that he would be honored by Perun as he died in battle. His second born son Terentiy had scorned his father and soon after coming of age stole over a hundred gold pices from his father's treasury and fled north into Novogorod. The boy was doing well for himself, or so Igor was told but schemed against his brothers, knowing well he had claim upon the chiefdom of Yatvingia upon his father's death.

His age was catching up to him and it was infuriating. Honored as a Hero among the Champions of Perun yet his body was weak, an old man who ruled by a kingdom where the great men had faded. His youngest, Staviatoslav was the last hope for greatness among his sons and had shown some promise before being sent to be taught by one of Igor's greatest warriors.

The men before him were speaking amongst themselves, Igor knew not all of them were fond of eachother. High Chief Briachislav of Polotsk was the most powerful among them despite his youth. The boy were like a son to Igor who had raised him from early years after his father had died, by Igor's hand it should be said in a duel for honor. Svetozar had been a petty man who never took to being ruled by another. Lending his own host to Briachislav's they had pressed east of the river Dnieper and he now ruled a third of Igor's kingdom. An ambitious man it was he who turned to Igor now.

"We must push north, my king. The south may be beyond our reach now, the Khans are powerful but the tribes to the north are shattered, they fight among themselves. We need to drive them before us and lay claim to the coast." he seemed eager, Igor could remember being so about conquest once upon a time as well.

Igor of Tver argued otherwise. "You named my father the High Chief of Tver, my king. Yet you never laid claim upon all the lands that were rightfully his. Which are rightfully mine! They laugh at me across the river, claiming I am no true ruler. We cannot let this stand." -We- cannot let this stand, Igor thought, the young boy had never bothered to challenge Chief Purysho on the matter. Regarldess those lands were a tributary of the great Khazarian Khans, laying claim upon them would risk a war with the great Khagan.

The burdens weighed on him as he could not remember them ever having had. His family in strife, dead or having fled. The realm pulled at him in many directions, beyond these ambitious boys the priests urged him to set out west and retake the great temples from the prussian.

His body ached even as the men continued to argue and throw insults. He had won a great crown but Igor wondered in his old age if the cost of keeping it was worth it.

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That looks like an uncomfortable neighbour.