Pegu - The rise of a dynasty - 2nd play through [Story]

[Dayradon]

Authors Notes
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It's been a while (just over 4 years), but something finally drew me back to CK3. I've picked up all the expansions that would have an impact on the story writing (and I think others). So it should make for an interesting creative accountment.

I've decided (more due to a creative thought than anything) to start a little differently. It could be very short however. I've set my inital ruler at age 7, and hence is in a regency with no heir.

Should make for some nice creative aspects. I've also set it to unlimited. With a good story you never want it to end

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For those that are into more hardcore data, or those that like to see things that drive the creative side, I'll try to put them into a spoiler windows as they appear.

Culture

Spoiler: Culture

FAITH

Spoiler: Faith

~to be updated~ (have to work in RL)

 

[Dayradon]

Just to get a little teaser in....

Prologue

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Jan 1 867AD

No one was really sure how the fire started. It started in the stables and spread quickly Some say it was angry ancestors, while others assassins', and even others proclaimed it was the will of the Devine for various reasons.

For Jungso, it was still much a blur as he was whisked away rather quickly. His Nanny (or as others referred, wet nurse) dashed into his room and seemingly tore him from his bed jolting him awake. The room was filled with smoke, and he can remember the occasional orange glow that seemed to be everywhere.

As she rushed towards the door, not but two paces, a large cracking sound, and before he could react he found himself flying through the air, and then landed with a thud outside his chambers just as some large ceiling beams engulfed in flames came crashing down. She never made it out.

Many people perished that day, both trying to save him and dowsing the flames. The court physician died (thank the reeds he didn't have to drink his daily concoctions any more), along with his parents, but he didn't find that out until the next day.

I remember being in what I think was the barracks. Lots of bed rolls, lots of soldiers, and lots of shouting and movement. He eventually fell asleep exhausted, afraid, and probably a little traumatized, in the center of a circle they had surrounded him in. They knew, but he didn't.

He was their ruler now.