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Hi all

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We have had great success with having aar's from other multiplayer games, so I wanted to give people the oppertunity to do the same, in my new multiplayer game called Nex quod Senium, the new game is focused alot around roleplaying ingame and all started out as counts to get both challange and a fun story out of it.

I will give you a playerlist and a link to the multiplayer thread further down below..

Please keep in mind, that not all of the players normaly write aar's and some might even write their first one. Comments on both the aar's, general progression etc. is very welcomed, not only will this help us become better at writing our aar's it will also make more people try it out!

Link to Multiplayer thread - http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum...ex-quod-Senium-Monday-MP-game-19-00-23-00-CET

Player list.

Lecnac - von Jülichgau - count of Jülich
Pumapaul - Spartenos - Count of Naples
Fredrik - Di Lucca - Count of Lucca
Redeyejedi - von Lenzburg - Count of Bern
Sneakyflaps - de Bachaurmont - count of vendome
JasonArgos - von Andechs - Count of Kempten
HereticKannon - von Wittlesbach - Count of Niderbayern
Achab - d'Empuries count of Empuries
CoCayn - Marsan - Count of Marsan
GreatSlayer - of Oldenburg - Count of Oldenburg
Mehow - von Andechs - Count of Kempten
Quebber - von Goseck - Count of Altmark
drbottstein - von Nordgau - Count of Nordgau
Centuryslayer - Flamens - Count of Gelre
Darkie - von Sayn - Count of Mantua
(player list might not be fully updated, since we had a few changes and 2 no show ups, but I will update as good as I can)
I can't garantie that all will write and aar. but I know some of us will.

So well, I hope you will all enjoy our aar's.
 
House of Lucca

Salve
To whom it concerns.
My dear daughter's, when I write this it may all be clear for you that I have not much time befor I will pass.
I will stand before our Lord to confess for my sins. Tou I'm not sure if I may be afraid or confident how our Lord will judge me.
I have killed men in the civil wars in the name of our Kaiser, may he rule long and wisely. But I still see their face's, they hunt me at night. But this is not my confession.
I just want to write to all my dear children how much I love you. Even that I wanted a son you should not fell that you were unwanted. The joy of my life was you all.
Hope my dear children is just another word for dreaming.
But I do hope you will have as much children as I had.
My last word is, be Kind to each other and to all.
May the Good Lord smile upon you.
You Loving Father Anselmo Of Lucca

The Book Of Lucca.
Date 1076
I'm in grief. Many of my friends have been killed or sent to prison by the Count Olderic Of Mantua.
His lust for war and land is sickening. I have sent letters regarding his selfishness and outrageous behavior. But the only answer I got was insult's.
What an buffoon.


Date 1087.
News has reached me from our Liege Duchess Matilda I of Toscana. Grim and troubled news, it seems the Duchess intend to wage war for independence. I hope this are just one of the many backtalk's in the courtroom.

Date 1088
I feared that the rumors of the Duchess intentions were right. Dear Lord what have she put her shelf in to I wonder. Was is so much to dream of that I would not see this day to come so soon. Every Letter I have send to our Liege has been for nothing. The Duchess have no ear's for an Old man's words.

Date 1089
Duchess of Toscana have won couple of battles near her borders, But I fear that will not be any gain. The Kaiser's army are near.

Date 1090
The Roman Holy Empire have come. They crushed our Liege army as they were ants. May I burn in hell for this words But I'm glad that Matilda did not raise my vassals for her insane campaign.

Date 1091 March 8
Count Anselmo Of Lucca has passed away from our world in the year Of our lord 1091.
May his beloved Daughter's rule be long and prosperous.

To my beloved sister's.
I Agalina Di Lucca, write to you my dear sister's with an heavy mind.
I regret that our dear Father Anselmo have passed away in the Year of Our Lord 1091.
The most kind and wise souls that ever walked this earth had to go with the angels.
As I went to Bishop in Cascina to ease my sadness, it felt that all in Lucca was in mourn.
My step mother Uta was with him along with the priest in his final hours. He went away peaceful.
I hope you all will come soon, been far too long since we been all together. Tou I did hope it would be under other circumstances.
Your Sister, Agalina Di Lucca

The book of Lucca.
Date 1091 June 24
Iam glad father did not had to see this day. When the god own vassal wage war against our Leige. Pope Alexander II and Duchess Matilda Of Toscana fights over Spoleto.
 
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That is quite the list of players. Are you planning to continue this?
 
Meet Count Gerhard of Nordgau and his family:

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At this moment in time Gerhard is of fighting some war for the Kaiser in Norway. Who knows what about.

He would much rather be at home in Nordgau with his wife and make more babies, preferably sons.

He had never been a great soldier. Honestly he never was great at anything in particular but considered himself good enough in most matters. His biggest curse in life was his shyness and he dreaded the social dealings with vassals and courtiers.

Luckily he could delegate much of that to his council.

When he came home from war the Duke of Swabia sent him a message informing him to report at his court in Ulm immediately and start work for him as his spymaster.

Working for the Duke turned out too suit him. He could stay in the background and the Duke being a man of little sense didn't seem too have much work for him. Leaving Gerhard free to handle his own affairs.

He always knew that his dynasty, even if there was little record of it, was great. He just knew it. And in a combined effort he and his chancellor managed to find indisputable evidence that he in fact was the rightful heir to the county of ST. Gallen. In a short campaign with the help of mercenaries the claim was pressed and he could now call himself count of Nordgau and ST. Gallen.

Some years later the Duke fell ill and passed away. He requested on his deathbed that Gerhard be made regent until his son reached maturity. Since he had served him so well in the task of pretty much hanging around in his castle.

Now depending on who you ask there are different reasons for the events that followed. Some would say that Gerhard just couldn't help himself from making a play for more power being put in this situation, that it was in his nature. And others (namely Gerhard himself) pleaded that what he did, he did for the realm. To secure a more stable and prosperous future for their duchy.

On to those events.

His first order of business as regent was to:

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Now the best way to, ehhh, secure the most prosperous and glorious future for the duchy of Swabia was obviously to use this money to bribe his fellow count level vassals to join his plot to institute elective succession laws.

A vote he had pretty much in his pocket should the Duke be deposed after the success of his plot. He had already started securing good relations and ties via his brothers marriages. Also the new duke seemed to be turning in to a even bigger disappointment then his father, so that couldn't hurt.

However it turns out not being particularly good at anything is something that is not so great. Gerhard predicted that the duke, who just came of age as Gerhard fired of the plot, would just give in to his demands. Which was wrong. Gerhard also underestimated the dukes military power and overestimated his allies. Yeah, he failed pretty miserably.

He was now hated by everyone in the duchy. He had no prestige and no friends anymore. All he could do was to sit in his castle and wait for the Dukes men to come and imprison him and for the Duke to seize his titles.

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But instead of the Dukes men coming it was a messenger from the Kaiser. Ordering him to take all the men he could spare and immediately join up with the Kaisers army. The Kaiser was at war again, against the french this time, who knows what about.

Gerhard did not care. But this was a god sent opportunity to get the hell out before the imbecile duke realized he actually had just cause to make his life miserable. And perhaps a chance to regain some of his lost prestige.

He met up with the HRE army led by the Kaiser himself and they marched on Paris.

He managed to not die. Not being the best soldier at least he fought bravely.

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When the war was over he tried to live a calmer life then before. Proving himself in battle seemed to have restored his reputation a bit and he even managed to restore relations with the duke. His chancellor was a constant visitor at the dukes court

His own time he spent deciding what to do with the gold he was making . Most of it went in to improving his castles.

His wife passed away at the age of 32 after giving him 4 daughters and two sons. He took a new wife and the years went by.

Over the years his relations with the duke went back to normal. Normal, in this case, being awful. He was worried. Maybe the duke would one day decide to screw with him after all. As it stood there would not be much he could do to defend himself.

One day his spymaster came to him with some intriguing information. His new wife was third in line to inherit considerable amounts of holdings. Thus making his son from the new marriage fourth in line.

The entire Duchy of Upper Loraine ( don't quote me on this but it was some duchy, maybe even two ) would fall in to her hands if just two little boys were to fall of the face of the earth.

He struggled with this for a bit. But it was never really an option. He didn't have it in him to plot the murder of to young boys.

But perhaps there was another way to secure the future of his dynasty. A way to leave something more over to his firstborn son when his time came.
 
I'll write my AAR in a PoV style. Most of the events in this story will be based on pure dialogue between key-figures in the realm and its political significants concerning Oldenburgian affairs. However, I will only release each chapter after each ruler's life has ended IG. Since I missed the first session of the game, I came in to see a wounded marshal of Saxony, fathering four sons, dying only a few months into the game. He has no significant marriages at all, has no claims on anything, so most that you read will be an introduction to the story and what will happen during his son's reign, or well, what I concentrated on doing during that session. I'm trying to keep to the RP status and describe the characters and their actions out of their traits and attributes. Hope you will enjoy it! :)

Eglimar, count of Oldenburg of the house of Oldenburg
1040-1096

"Worthless peasants! I almost lost my good sword arm!" Eglimar, known for his gruff attitude, was in a bad mood today.

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"Which arm is that, my lord?" The page watched him with careful eyes, trying to find the wound from the stray arrow. Shocked by the intrusive question, the count was contemplating whether he should smack his servant in the face, giving him a good iron-plated knuckle-sandwich, or if he should just stab him in the knee. But after giving it some thought, Eglimar came to the conclusion that that's exactly what he'd expect.
"Both my arms are my best sword arms." he answered cunningly. The threat to his life was over... For now...

As marshal of duke Magnus I of Saxony, Brunswick and Gelre, Eglimar had the great honour of being not only the leader of the North-German army, but also to train and shape them into decent imperial soldiers. This was no easy task, to say the least. During the day's archery lessons, he had positioned himself too far up the target range. One of the serf's bows was defective, a string had broke and sent the arrow right towards his marshal's chest. This angered Eglimar somewhat. With an arrow still sticking out of his chest-plate, not realising the stream of blood sipping down his belly, down his leg, out through his boot while leaving a grizzly trail as he walked determined and with his sword drawn over the field, he cut off the arm of the poor serf.
"Throw him into the river! And make sure he stay down there! You be glad, peasant, we live in the modern age, or you'd be stoned instead. The old Romans didn't tolerate attempts on a Noble's life like I do!" After realising the arrow had pierced the skin and almost made it through the cartilage between his ribs, the count retired to his tent for the day. The servants had called for the medico immediately, who quickly concluded their lord was in no serious threat. This didn't anger Eglimar as much.

It was 1096, the dusk of a century. The Holy Roman Empire was shaken by the calls for rebellion. The courts of Germany questioned their reason to meddle with Italian affairs, as Duchess Matilda, the Unready, of Tuscany raised her levies to depose the mighty Kaiser Ruprecht the Great. While every other count, duke or king within the empire had been sent to deal with the problem, Eglimar was stuck in Lünenburg training arrow-fodder. He was content with this. Bored of staring into the canvas of his tent, the count decided to go outside into the field-sty. He enjoyed himself immensely by kicking pigs over on their back, hearing them squeal and squeal and squeal. It reminded him of his dungeon back home. A figure appeared from behind, and the count, slowly, drew his sword...
"Father?"
"Oh, it's you." Eglimar decided to keep his weapon out. He felt safer holding sharp objects around people.
"I heard you were wounded."
"Who told you that?! Who else knows?!"
"The whole camp, and a rider was sent to inform the court of the incident."
"Damn it! I shall have them all slain for this treachery! Telling all of my enemies that I am struck, this is treason! Someone must be mutilated for this."
"Father, relax. Noone is trying to kill you. In fact, most of your vassals loves you. Why would they try to harm you?"
"You should ask that question to the assassin who shot this bloody arrow my way." Luitpold, the son and heir, shook his head, feeling safe doing so in the cover of darkness.
"I have been looking for you. A message arrived from your councillor today. He has been making some family research, and he found that the records carry a most peculiar anomaly. Four generations ago, our family had close ties to the Stade family in Bremen. Apparently, there was talk of a marriage between count Garulf, our ancestor, and the daughter of Baron von Stade. His only son died three years later, and the betrothal was broken, fearing a great succession crisis with Oldenburg. She was married off to a commoner, the mayor of Beverstedt it seems. However, eight months after the weeding, she had a son, and the betrothal was only broken a week before her wedding with the mayor. Do you understand what this means, father?"
"Has anyone ever told you what an ugly sod you are?" Count Eglimar loved his son.
"You've reminded me of that since I was six years old. Probably even earlier..."
"...yeah."
"...if I had only remembered that far back. But please, the information..."
"What about it?"
"Count Garulf was still courting the girl, only fourteen years old, for three weeks before the marriage was cancelled! It was even said he stayed for the wedding, as an act of good faith and friendship with Baron von Stade. It would be so easy to claim, that the child that was born, was seeded by a von Oldenburg! As the Baron grew older, he never produced any more children. The duke of Saxony decided to relinquish the baron his rights to the county, and made bishop Arngruff the provincial ruler of Bremen, instead of the seat of Stade, as he didn't trust a woman to take the title as countess regnant. We are the rightful heirs of the bishopric of Bremen, as barons of Stade and Counts and Lords!"
"Are you insane?!" Eglimar was fuming, barely able to stand from all this rage. "You wish to mark us as bastards and ungodly, desecrate the laws of the holy church and stealing its titles?! Claiming my great-great-great grandfather was a fornicating rejected love struck boy-ruler, smitten by a pubescent girl, barely gifted with any mammal glands to feed a child given to her outside her marriage?!"
"Father..."
"I will not hear more of this! The Oldenburgs are a proud family, reaching generations of rulers of our castle in the past, too far back to count. We withheld the Norse pagans as they burnt the coastline, and we've been the stalwart protectors of our lands for centuries. We need not any other soil to prove our worth. And here you come, twisting around like a snake, speaking with cloven tongue, trying to defile our ancestry as aggressors and intruders, whoring their way through northern Germany? If you were any other man but my boy, and if I didn't love you as my own son..."
"...I am your son."
"Quiet! If you weren't, I would had whipped you, drawn you, cut off your hands and ripped out that... That... black tongue... that..." With a hollow sound from the very end of his lungs, the count fell over into the dung of the sty.

Two months later, Count Eglimar died from his wound, 56 years old. He never woke up, from the day of his wound, to the day of his passing. His son spent lavishly on a funeral feast for his father, a beloved count in the three duchies, and many guests arrived to show their respects. The dukes of Brandenburg, Ancola, and the tri-Duke himself were among the more esteemed guests. A man of great prestige, and a witness and contributor in many past wars, had left his mortal flesh.
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