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Hello one, hello all! This is my first-ever published AAR on a Paradox Forum, and after some encouragement from some anonymous redditors from my previous work I have decided to post this AAR.

I’m going to play in 1066 as Eadric ‘the Wild’, a minor Thegn living his best life in the woods of Shropshire and Chesire.

Inspired by The Wake by Paul Kingsnorth (heavily recommend) I’m gonna write all Anglo-Saxon dialogue in a hybrid language of Middle English and Modern English, because it's fun.

If, like me, you haven’t spent decades of your life learning old languages (looking at you Tolkienists), you’ll have to read this aloud to make sense of what anybody is saying. (of course I will answer any comments if you have difficulties reading this to know exactly what people are talking about)

I am using the great More Bookmarks+ and Historic Invasions mods (I tried More Provinces Expanded but it messed up the unique buildings) for this campaign and to make the world by the time I’m finished at least semi-recognisable to any Historian.

I don’t really have a goal for this campaign, besides surviving. But I will put in some rules for myself to follow:

  1. Can’t pick a kid's education or personality traits.
  2. Can only murder once every 5 years.
  3. Can’t overthrow the king unless I marry into the dynasty or through RP-shenanigans.

If you people have any recommendations or issues I’d love to hear them.

Well, without further ado let's delve into the oft-forgotten and fascinating setting of this AAR.


THE SETTING


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It is 1066, the hounds of war bay for the blood of Saxons as French and Northman invaders make landfall on her fair shores.

THE CONTENDERS



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Harold Godwineson
Harold Godwinson came to the throne of England seven months ago following the death of his childless predecessor, Eadward II the Confessor.

He is an arrogant and arbitrary man, ambitious to cement his own power in England at whatever cost. Already he has angered his younger brother, Tostig, who has gone to the Norwegian court talking of kingship to Harald Hardrada. And despite the promises of Eadward and his own oath to support Duke William of Normandy as King of England, he was named king on Eadward's deathbed instead.

Most of his subjects in Anglo-Saxon England do not recognise him as their rightful ruler, and already the House of Godwin finds itself at odds with many of their vassal-lords despite their power.

King Harold is wary of everyone around him, and keeping his crown, and his head, may prove much more difficult than he initially thought.

However, despite his flaws he is of Saxon blood, and he speaks the tongue of the watery isle unlike the other men who claim his kingship.



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Harald Hard Ruler
From Norway comes the Thunderbolt of the North, Harald Hardrada, the Landwaster, and his great heathen army claiming the Land of the Angles per an old and forgotten pact. Despite his age, or perhaps because of it, he is utterly stubborn in his efforts to press his claim, his greed bolstered by his impressive martial might.

Gifted with the sword from a young age, he has waged war and fought battles since his earliest years, fighting his first battle at 15 against the Danish King Cnut, before serving as a mercenary in-exile for the Kievan Rus' and then as commander of the Byzantine Varangian Guard for 15 years. There he fought in Sicily, Asia Minor, throughout the Mediterranean, and possibly in Bulgaria and the Holy Land before returning to fight in dynastic disputes in Constantinople itself. While serving he amassed vast sums of gold that he sent to the Kievan Rus' to prepare to reclaim the Norwegian throne from Cnut's successors, who turned out to be his illegitimate nephew, Magnus. He fought him anyway with the aid of the Danes in 1042, eventually settling as co-Kings with his nephew in 1046 before he died a year later and Harald became the only king of Norway.

Since then, Harald has had his eye on the kingdoms of Denmark and England, seeking to reforge the North Sea Empire like his old foe, King Cnut. And now, after the Saxon's King Harold's brother, Tostig, has left England and has pledged his allegiance to Harald, inviting him to claim the English throne in revenge for his exile by his brother.




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William the Bastard
Lurking closer comes the marching boots of the bastard-turned-warrior Guillaume le Bâtard at the head of a French, Breton and Occ invasion force, also claiming the crown the King of England promised to him.

The illegitimate son of Duke Robert of Normandy by his mistress Herleva, William became Duke upon the death of his father in 1035 when William was eight. Initially controlled by the other Norman lords he broke free of their influence in his adulthood and has since consolidated his rule over Normandy and quashed several revolts.

Following the ailing health of his first cousin once removed, Eadward the Confessor's in the 1050s and early 1060s he became a contender for the throne of England. Eadward offered him the throne in 1051 in the wake of the powerful Earl of Wessex, Godwin, being exiled from England with his family, but the following year Godwin returned and Eadward's offer de facto dissolved.

Godwin has since died, and his son Harold sits on the throne instead. William names King Harold oath breaker, and he sails to the isle in search of vengeance and to take what is his by right of conquest.




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Eadric the Wild
But while these great men war over the isle, a smaller, even minor player in the matter of Britain, a Saxon Thegn named Eadric Ælfricson, lives his best life hunting and feasting off the riches of his impressive holdings in the border counties of Shropshire and Cheshire. So much so that he is nicknamed after the wilds he is so fond of hunting in by his fellow hunters.

Eadric has inherited vast swathes of land from his father Ælfric and has expanded them considerably, being now the richest landholder in western Mercia, rivalling even that of his liege-lord Eadwin.

But he holds little interest in the affairs of his fellow Anglo-Saxons, preferring the excitement of the hunt to the dull and senseless march of war.

Despite his disinterest in the affairs of the outside world, the invaders have an interest in him, and all his lands.

What will he do when his comfortable lifestyle is threatened?







Note: as a head's up most of the names and titles I use for characters will be different in-game, usually because of what titles they held historically and the actual Anglo-Saxon name for certain types of rulers (Counts and Dukes) differs from what was decided in-game. E.g. Eadric is an Aldormann in-game, this doesn't make sense because it means the same thing as Eorl, which he is not. He is referred to as a Thegn, or Thane, historically and so that is what I'll call him and his descendants until he either changes culture or moves up a rank.
 
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15 September, 1066

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The woods were foggy, the air moist and sweet like the memory of honey. Most nights were dark and black and cold, this one was bright, the moon was full and hunters stalked the undergrowth.

It was a strange night for a hunt, but perhaps stranger yet was the man who led it. A man of middling height, the lead hunter sported a thick dark beard underneath a woollen black hood and cloak. He wore felts and thick leathers, a good deal of wealth to any churl that showed his status as a honourable Thegn. Beneath the hood, his face was hidden entirely but for two pale-blue eyes that swept the forest searching for the slightest twitch. In his hands he bore a short-bow, easier to aim and keep steady than any long warbow, as he preferred. He did not need the strength to bore a hole through steel with an arrow, he just needed to thunk an arrow in the right place at the right time.

Behind the man more men bore bows and horns and knives, wearing shades of grey and brown. It was difficult to tell how many there were with him, when tree-shadows swallowed them up, but he guessed around six or seven that he could remember.

Nearby, he heard the soft stomping of the ground, as hooves pawed the hard cold soil. More hunters yet to come when the hunting horn was blown and corner the beast.

“How eald was the stag dung thu got?” he asked quietly, to the man ahead of him, a bull-horn with iron rings clutched in his hand.

“Hmm.. thri, mebbe four houres ago now,” he rolled the pebble of shit in his hands, contemplating, before kneeling down and feeling the ground, sweeping some twigs out of the way. Revealed were tracks, barely visible in the moonlight, but he felt them. “The stag went this way.”

“Good.”


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They passed tree after tree, shrub after shrub, trailing the stag. A few times there was rustling, an arrow let loose too soon. One man caught a rabbit, but nothing else.

Suddenly they stopped, “Thegn Eadric. Why-”, Eadric turned and clamped a hand over the offending man’s mouth, “do not spec,” he pointed behind him, “the Stag.”

And there a stag stood. It was large, with a proud head crowned with long antlers, and a thick clean brown coat. The beast easily seemed as large as the largest of Eadric’s warhorses, and the hunters gazed in wonder at it.

Eadric pulled his shortbow over his head, and as quietly as he could, nocked a long sharp arrow to his bowstring. He breathed once, and when the air had left him, he eyed the stag’s chest. The subtle thump of its heart.

1.. 2.. 3!

He let loose, and the arrow flew true, sailing with a whistle into the Stag’s chest. It looked shocked and stood still, Eadric’s arrow sticking out of its chest and then, in a heartbeat, kicked its hooves and fled. Eadric tapped the shoulder of the horn-blower, and the man, startled, blew long and loud. A droning sound like a dying cow filled the woods that followed the fleeing Stag.

“Hors! Get me a fuccan hors!” Eadric shouted, a rider came through, dropped and handed the reins to him. He mounted quickly, and he raced through the woods, the neighing of the other’s huntsmen’s horses behind him. Wood and branch broke before the horse’s gallop.

He took a spear in his hand, as the backside of the Stag disappeared into shrub and tree before reappearing again and again, dark red blood dripping from its chest. Eadric stayed on it, running it down. The Stag got slower, and slower as it grew weaker, until the chase came to a large clearing free of trees.

Eadric rode it down, spearing it in the head. With a final twist of its head, the Stag swung its antlers like a mace towards Eadric, who narrowly missed it and fell off his horse. But the deed was done, and when Eadric came to his feet he found his spear-point embedded through its neck, dead.



The hunters emerged out of the woods, into the early morning with lanterns in hand. At the head rode Eadric, who smelt of deer, the wild kind. Deer and blood. Dark red smears covered his clothes, and the smell of dead Stag followed him. The Stag carcass was strapped to the back of his horse.

The retinue passed through the fields of Shropshire, avoiding the woods filled with nightgenga this early in the morning as they returned with their prize. Many nameless villages they passed through, some lonely fires flickering in the dark, sometimes illuminating a sleeping face, mostly not.

Come dawn, light washed over the town of Shrewsbury. With wooden walls and houses made of mud and stone and straw. Cocks crowed and a cacophony of sheep and poultry and pigs woke up, bringing their human masters to waken. The hunters arrived, coming through the front gate watched by some black-eyed guardsmen with long spears. Eadric removed his hood, and rode forth into his township. Yawning geburs and churls moved out of the way at his approach, nodding their heads towards their liege-lord.

At the centre of the town rose a structure taller than all other buildings, a motte of stone and wood surrounded by a palisade of spikes with a bigger gate. A retainer walked out through the gate, a blonde mophead of a man with big brawny arms and a thin mouth. “My Thegn Eadric, wel cum baec, good hunten?” he looked at the dead Stag hung across the horse’s back.

Eadric dismounted and with a nod to the hunters behind him they also dismounted, “Ælfnoth! Good mergen, it is good to seen sum of my huscarls worcing proper,” he pointed a thumb at his kill, “it was a good cwell. Tac the stag and slege it for diner later this daeg.”

“Yes my Thegn,” though the man pauses, and he turns back to Eadric, “Waltheof and thine Burthen want to seen thu in the hus, they has news for thu”.

“Wel afin, I will cum soon,”, he waved his hand.



Eadric would come into the motte and would enter the room at the back, he would be accompanied by a huscarl close behind, their hand hovering over their sword, their eyes sweeping every corner and crevice for danger to the Thegn.

As he walked he thought of the two men that waited for him. Waltheof was impossible to miss, a giant of a man that liked to dress in red and made such a habit of reading the Thegn’s letters as a young lad Eadric appointed him Heahwita, a position he had maintained through a surprising amount of competence.

The other, shorter man, was Cenfus. A bold man, he wore all black all the time ever since his appointment as Burthen, and from the very start had made his general dislike of Eadric plain enough for anyone to see. Eadric didn’t like him either, but he found a deeper level of understanding with Cenfus than most of his retainers.

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As Eadric entered the room, Cenfus spoke first, “Thegn, I abeden news from the south, of the duc of the Frenc. The duc saes he is triewe cyng of the anglisc, and he cums with a great fyrd”.

Eadric hung his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “fuccan hell,” he muttered, “hierde where Cenfus?” he asked.

“I’ve hierde fyrs spec of eald cyng Edweard bean of half frenc blud gifen the corona of Angland to the duc. Harald cyng saed also that Angland was the duc’s by right, now he cums in great ire to tac the corona and Harald’s heafod with it.”

Eadric sighed, “I’ve cum baec from a good hunt to this, I cnaw of the bastard thu spec of. I cnaw of what he is capax of”. He put his hands together, his eyes blank, thinking. Thinking. He noticed his councilors had not yet left the room, “Is there more? Spec then.”

Waltheof the Ent turned to him, “Yes, Thegn, news from the north also. That of the Denes, the Dene Harald cyng cums also at the word of our Harald cyng’s brothor Tostig claiming the corona of Angland.”

Eadric turned silent once more. He knew of the Thunderbolt of the North. Men called him Hard Ruler, Harald Hardrada, and his was an iron fist. The Bastard of Normandy was coming, and now, so was this man.

Was the whole world ending, doom coming to the land of the Saxons?

Was King Harold a fool? To anger his brother so?

Maybe he was, but Eadric thought of it. Harold was a Saxon, of the same blood, of the same land, of the same history that flooded Eadric’s veins. England was a land of Saxon men, not French nor Northmen.

“Ingengas efrywhere, when will it end?” he sighed.

He stood up, “call the fyrd, I will naht be cwelled in my father’s hus’, ” he said. He would not lose what was his by right, the gift of his father.




Note: There is a lot to unpack here I know, I was overwhelmed myself the first time I read my own prologue after finishing. But I will go through meanings of the trickiest words first that don't really have a direct translation to modern English. Any other confusion just comment and I will try my best to remedy that.

Thegn - An noble that held substantial amounts of land in one or more counties. Lower than an Earl (or Eorl) and the King, but higher on the rank than everybody else

Cyng - King, in dialogue you probably noticed I used "Harald Cyng" instead of "Cyng Harald", that is on purpose because for whatever reason that was how the king was referred during those days

Nightgenga - Demon of the Night

Diner - Breakfast, the first big meal of the day, and does not mean dinner

Gebur - a peasant farmer without land that owes the Thegn labour

Churl - a free man, a peasant that isn't tied to the land

Burthen - An anglicised version of BúrÞén, which is essentially the Spymaster council position

Heahwita - An anglicised version of Héahwita, which is essentially the Chancellor council position

Fyrd - A conscript army or just an army in general

Dene - Dane, or a term used by the Anglo-Saxons to denote anybody from Scandinavia, note how King Harald is "Dene Harald Cyng" even though he's Norwegian.

Ingenga - Intruder, can also mean visitor, it is a borrowed word from the Norse when the Knytlings were in power.
 
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Nice start. The dialogue wasn't too hard to grasp. Just a couple of words had me scratching my head, like 'ingenga', but you covered that in your glossary. So Cenfus and Eadric have a mutual distaste for each other. The question is, understanding or not, how trustworthy is Cenfus? It looks like Eadric has some adventure ahead of him.
 
Nice start. The dialogue wasn't too hard to grasp. Just a couple of words had me scratching my head, like 'ingenga', but you covered that in your glossary. So Cenfus and Eadric have a mutual distaste for each other. The question is, understanding or not, how trustworthy is Cenfus? It looks like Eadric has some adventure ahead of him.
Thank you for reading, I honestly just pulled up a Wikipedia page on Eadric the Wild internet browsing last night and then I pulled the hardest all-nighter I've ever done to write this. I haven't even started playing yet. :)

Cenfus is definitely plotting something. He has quite a bit of ambition to grab onto more honours and higher titles, and he isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to do it.
 
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Welcome to AARland @thyprophet ! I wish you success. :)
 
Good to see your start @thyprophet . I will be following along, mostly silently. Not enough time to read and comment lately. Welcome to AARland.
 
Man, is this what being an author feels like? I... I feel powerful.

"With great power comes future updates!"

Yes, welcome to AARland. I see you have the signature figured out.

You may want to grab a spot in The Inkwell to advertise your AAR(s).

There's The SolAARium, an indexed reference full of information on the craft of writing, different AAR styles, and sundry other topics.

The fAARq is a great reference full of links to various AARland initiatives and topics spanning the years.

And if you're thirsty, drop by the bAAR. It's not always busy, but someone may drop by to pour you a drink.
 
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As a Norwegian I understood most of the conversation pretty well by the way. :) Some words eluded me, but mostly it's like reading a bastardization of English and Norwegian, with weird spelling.
 
As a Norwegian I understood most of the conversation pretty well by the way. :) Some words eluded me, but mostly it's like reading a bastardization of English and Norwegian, with weird spelling.
Really? It's supposed to be a bastardisation of Modern English and Middle English, to make it semi-readable for people. But I do suppose that some words were borrowed from the Norse when the Danelaw was in power in Northern England.

Wow, this is actually making me think.
 
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Really? It's supposed to be a bastardisation of Modern English and Middle English, to make it semi-readable for people. But I do suppose that some words were borrowed from the Norse when the Danelaw was in power in Northern England.

Wow, this is actually making me think.
Yep, several words are from Norwegian.

Cwell, we say kveld with a silent d.
Tac, as in take, but also as in ta in Norwegian, even more alike with older spelling.
Hus, we call house for just that, hus.
 
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“Wel afin, I will cum soon,”, he waved his hand.
:D

Good stuff so far. There are so many great English figures in the years prior, during, and after Hastings, but most are often forgotten as if The Battle of Hastings cleaned the slate fully. I always liked Eadric Silvaticus, as well as Hereward Wake, Edwin and Morcar, etc. I tried my hand at a post Hastings AAR once but never got far, hope you do.

Not to be a nitpicky butthole, but I think Night Walkers were spelled "Nihtgenga," not nightgenga. Looking forward to more.
 
Congrats on your first AAR and its enjoyable so far. Looking forward to more updates.
 
:D

Good stuff so far. There are so many great English figures in the years prior, during, and after Hastings, but most are often forgotten as if The Battle of Hastings cleaned the slate fully. I always liked Eadric Silvaticus, as well as Hereward Wake, Edwin and Morcar, etc. I tried my hand at a post Hastings AAR once but never got far, hope you do.

Not to be a nitpicky butthole, but I think Night Walkers were spelled "Nihtgenga," not nightgenga. Looking forward to more.
Thank you for that correction, I'll include it in my drafts, I'm just picking my brain a bit trying to push out a decent first chapter to advance the prologue but now I'm stalling at this point.

Eh, I'll just clean up my draft and publish that. Maybe you'll like it
 
Just loaded up the save, and it got corrupted, this may stall some things but rest assured I'm just gonna clean up my mods and get a fresh campaign. Thank you for the support so far, I'm endeavoring to do the best I can, with a stable save.
 
Just loaded up the save, and it got corrupted, this may stall some things but rest assured I'm just gonna clean up my mods and get a fresh campaign. Thank you for the support so far, I'm endeavoring to do the best I can, with a stable save.
I'm sorry to hear that, I know how it feels to have a save corrupt (it killed the gameplay part of my first AAR). Hopefully you didn't lose too much (I decided against restarting the gameplay part of my AAR because I had played over 200 years and had no backup save).

On the optimistic side, maybe the new save will be a good thing (maybe Harold Godwinson will be able to keep the throne and make things less difficult for Eadric (I presume)). I hope you don't get discouraged by the save corrupting, this is already looking like it will be a great AAR after the introduction and the prologue.
 
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Welcome to AARland!

I look forward to seeing who wins the English struggle and how Eadric reacts.

How involved will Eadric be in the wider realm out of necessity alone?
 
I always love a good Saxon AAR. (Although I’m biased as I’ve written a few myself.) I’ll be following with interest!