SPARTENOS~ A Principiliy of Sicily AAR
This AAR will be about the wonderful greek country of Napoli. The settings are Very Hard, and the AI is furious. I swear to not cheat even in debt and am likely to be eliminated in the first 4 decades. This is a personal challenge, also to test out the 1.05 AI
INTRODUCTION
SPARTENOS
It was a bright January day, t'would be cold if not the day was situed in Campania. Sergios Spartenos, Count of Napoli, Knight of Byzantine sat behind a great wood study table. Looking out of his glassed window (such a fashion object never t'was!) he gazed out into his city.
Whilest administrative work would be always heeded, Sergios personally treated his city like an attraction. The neapolitan women crowded the multicoloured markets, the beggers rotted on the streets, the honest craftsmen left to his guild. Napoli was a charming place to live in, more so to rule. But work cried and Spartenos got back to verdicts of merchants and the "church".
However, history's finger had sunk into this moment. A messanger, without knocking burst in. Following him was a imperial purple robed officer, his atitude was haughty and Pauvlo, his bodyguard coldly demanded this intruders presence in his liedge's mansion.
The purple robed man ignored Pauvlo as something unpleasant, hardly worth noticing. Instead he marched to Sergios and bowed in militry fashion.
Sergios faked anger at this entre,
"Why do you march into here if as you own my soul, am I to be arrested? Is this the cause?".
The man would've replied if not had Pauvlo had not stepped infront of the newcomer and drew out his sword. Before Pauvlo made a move, Spartenos roared, "You miserable Italian! You disgusting catholic! How Dare draw thy sword onto a fellow Roman*, even more a Greek! Be gone! Tomorrow if I asypy thy disgusting form, from the stake you will rest!"
Pauvlo fled, the messanger and officer stood shocked, amazed at the strong personality and will a being could muster. It began raining outside, and Sergios turned onto his guest as if the interuption had never happened."Well?"
"I bring to thy news from our devine Emperor, Konstantinos II, he brings a letter for my lord, should I read it?"
Sergios eyes narrowed, it wasn't everyday one got letters from the Emperor. His heart picked up a beat.
"Read it" He ordered, hands letting go of his pen. The officer drew back breath and chest,
"To the count of Napoli:
It has been 5 years since you have been appointed count, or in regional terms, 'governer' of Napoli. Napoli will remain famous in our history as the last true roman stronghold in Italy. Its people are proud greeks and only they repelled both arab and norman, infidel and catholic from its gates. Its amazing that a country which is so catholic, can be so greek.
But it seems Napoli's days are numbered. The Normans claim our last soil, the French are behind them along with the Germans. We are not going to fight Christian brothers over Catholics. But there is a ray of hope. I wish for you to declare inderpendance from Byzantinum, I reconize the peoples wish for soveranty and I godpray don't hope for another Venice, another butchering of ties. The lord wept as Venice, pearl of the ardriatic embraced the barbarians. I want Romans, to have a hope, a 3rd Western empire, one that could rise from Napoli. This is my last letter to you as a liedge, you may choose as god and concious instructs.
His Ever Mighty The Roman Emperor Konstantinos II".
The officer ended but Sergios was quiet. Would he do it? Thoughts raced inside his head, he brought his head away from the scene and looked out of his window. The streets were still bustling with activity, would he leave this city to the Normans? He paused, then his eyes caught the flag pole, the yellow and red flag flapped in the wind. No he couldn't leave this city.
He looked the purple robed officer in the eyes, the young man waited for the answer, Sergios knew what to do.
"Come here, and write what I dictate" Sergios commanded. The officer sat in the chair beside the desk and took out a quil and skin. However, Sergios spot the messanger herded by the officer trying to leave. He lept to his feet and took out his sword, the man tried to run but couldn't stop his count. Sergios gritted his yellow teeth, "You! knave... thy thoughts of leaving our company no? Spread rumors on the streets of Napoli? My blind hatered for the catholic scum, perchance?" The man,
terrified blurted out promises and claims to his honestly and love to his lord.
Suddenly Sergios attitude changed the light of battle and slaughter left his eyes and he muttered, "of course, I have been over reacting, why such hate towards my folk?..." He lasped off, looking white and drained. The purple robed officer remained silent and neutral... he knew Spartenos game too well to bother, had he not sailed from byzantium?
"You may leave" Sergios said suddenly, "may thy spread the truth well, may god look down on you". The grateful servant left, crossing himself and thankful. The large door slammed shut, 2 remained.
"To his most Holy, The Roman Emperor Konstantinos II" Spartenos suddenly and quickly began. His counterpart, constantly vigilent wrote it quickly in greek. "I am deeply proud to be considered important enough to be touched by the emperors gaze. I am filled with pride hearing that the brave resistance of my people has reached constantinople's ears. For 4 years I have fought Italian and Arab, refusing to let them take an mile of my Emperors territory, I pledge to continue the struggle of the Greek and keep Roman inderpendance. Sadly nether me or even thy incredible rule will see the rebirth of the Western Empire, but by the gods, it will come. And Christ will be proud indeed when both East and West unite into true Christiandom. I will continue to keep close ties with Byzantinum, and will try to convert Venice back into the fold. It is an indeed historic day for the Roman Empire.
Ever grateful
Sergios Spartenos
The officer finished the writing and rolled it up. He stayed at the desk however, curiousity had overtaken the man. "Now that you are inderpendant, what shall you be?" he asked bravely. Sergios fiddled with the quill, "A small principility off the Italian coast, I suppose" he mocked. The man laughed but didn't smile, it was rare to meet such a man. "And may I ask if your principility needs an general?". Sergios didn't reply,he just reached over the table and grasped the officers hand, he shook it hard. A smile crept up both the mens faces, "And what is thy name?" Sergios asked, "Konstantinos Dukas, my-lord" the officer replied. "And how much experiance have-thy as commander?", "2 years my-lord, fighting the Muslims in Trapazoid". Spartenos reflected quickly, "can I get proof of this?". "No sire, but you can as soon as war permits". Spartenos knew by instinct that he had found his man, he quickly took out his seal. He jotted down a quick note, handing it to young Dukas. "give this to my steward, he will sort you out" he paused, "and give this note to him to sort that... nosy messanger".
*The Byzantines considered themselves the true Romans. As this is between Greeks they will refer to themselves as Romans.


This AAR will be about the wonderful greek country of Napoli. The settings are Very Hard, and the AI is furious. I swear to not cheat even in debt and am likely to be eliminated in the first 4 decades. This is a personal challenge, also to test out the 1.05 AI
INTRODUCTION
SPARTENOS
It was a bright January day, t'would be cold if not the day was situed in Campania. Sergios Spartenos, Count of Napoli, Knight of Byzantine sat behind a great wood study table. Looking out of his glassed window (such a fashion object never t'was!) he gazed out into his city.
Whilest administrative work would be always heeded, Sergios personally treated his city like an attraction. The neapolitan women crowded the multicoloured markets, the beggers rotted on the streets, the honest craftsmen left to his guild. Napoli was a charming place to live in, more so to rule. But work cried and Spartenos got back to verdicts of merchants and the "church".
However, history's finger had sunk into this moment. A messanger, without knocking burst in. Following him was a imperial purple robed officer, his atitude was haughty and Pauvlo, his bodyguard coldly demanded this intruders presence in his liedge's mansion.
The purple robed man ignored Pauvlo as something unpleasant, hardly worth noticing. Instead he marched to Sergios and bowed in militry fashion.
Sergios faked anger at this entre,
"Why do you march into here if as you own my soul, am I to be arrested? Is this the cause?".
The man would've replied if not had Pauvlo had not stepped infront of the newcomer and drew out his sword. Before Pauvlo made a move, Spartenos roared, "You miserable Italian! You disgusting catholic! How Dare draw thy sword onto a fellow Roman*, even more a Greek! Be gone! Tomorrow if I asypy thy disgusting form, from the stake you will rest!"
Pauvlo fled, the messanger and officer stood shocked, amazed at the strong personality and will a being could muster. It began raining outside, and Sergios turned onto his guest as if the interuption had never happened."Well?"
"I bring to thy news from our devine Emperor, Konstantinos II, he brings a letter for my lord, should I read it?"
Sergios eyes narrowed, it wasn't everyday one got letters from the Emperor. His heart picked up a beat.
"Read it" He ordered, hands letting go of his pen. The officer drew back breath and chest,
"To the count of Napoli:
It has been 5 years since you have been appointed count, or in regional terms, 'governer' of Napoli. Napoli will remain famous in our history as the last true roman stronghold in Italy. Its people are proud greeks and only they repelled both arab and norman, infidel and catholic from its gates. Its amazing that a country which is so catholic, can be so greek.
But it seems Napoli's days are numbered. The Normans claim our last soil, the French are behind them along with the Germans. We are not going to fight Christian brothers over Catholics. But there is a ray of hope. I wish for you to declare inderpendance from Byzantinum, I reconize the peoples wish for soveranty and I godpray don't hope for another Venice, another butchering of ties. The lord wept as Venice, pearl of the ardriatic embraced the barbarians. I want Romans, to have a hope, a 3rd Western empire, one that could rise from Napoli. This is my last letter to you as a liedge, you may choose as god and concious instructs.
His Ever Mighty The Roman Emperor Konstantinos II".
The officer ended but Sergios was quiet. Would he do it? Thoughts raced inside his head, he brought his head away from the scene and looked out of his window. The streets were still bustling with activity, would he leave this city to the Normans? He paused, then his eyes caught the flag pole, the yellow and red flag flapped in the wind. No he couldn't leave this city.
He looked the purple robed officer in the eyes, the young man waited for the answer, Sergios knew what to do.
"Come here, and write what I dictate" Sergios commanded. The officer sat in the chair beside the desk and took out a quil and skin. However, Sergios spot the messanger herded by the officer trying to leave. He lept to his feet and took out his sword, the man tried to run but couldn't stop his count. Sergios gritted his yellow teeth, "You! knave... thy thoughts of leaving our company no? Spread rumors on the streets of Napoli? My blind hatered for the catholic scum, perchance?" The man,
terrified blurted out promises and claims to his honestly and love to his lord.
Suddenly Sergios attitude changed the light of battle and slaughter left his eyes and he muttered, "of course, I have been over reacting, why such hate towards my folk?..." He lasped off, looking white and drained. The purple robed officer remained silent and neutral... he knew Spartenos game too well to bother, had he not sailed from byzantium?
"You may leave" Sergios said suddenly, "may thy spread the truth well, may god look down on you". The grateful servant left, crossing himself and thankful. The large door slammed shut, 2 remained.
"To his most Holy, The Roman Emperor Konstantinos II" Spartenos suddenly and quickly began. His counterpart, constantly vigilent wrote it quickly in greek. "I am deeply proud to be considered important enough to be touched by the emperors gaze. I am filled with pride hearing that the brave resistance of my people has reached constantinople's ears. For 4 years I have fought Italian and Arab, refusing to let them take an mile of my Emperors territory, I pledge to continue the struggle of the Greek and keep Roman inderpendance. Sadly nether me or even thy incredible rule will see the rebirth of the Western Empire, but by the gods, it will come. And Christ will be proud indeed when both East and West unite into true Christiandom. I will continue to keep close ties with Byzantinum, and will try to convert Venice back into the fold. It is an indeed historic day for the Roman Empire.
Ever grateful
Sergios Spartenos
The officer finished the writing and rolled it up. He stayed at the desk however, curiousity had overtaken the man. "Now that you are inderpendant, what shall you be?" he asked bravely. Sergios fiddled with the quill, "A small principility off the Italian coast, I suppose" he mocked. The man laughed but didn't smile, it was rare to meet such a man. "And may I ask if your principility needs an general?". Sergios didn't reply,he just reached over the table and grasped the officers hand, he shook it hard. A smile crept up both the mens faces, "And what is thy name?" Sergios asked, "Konstantinos Dukas, my-lord" the officer replied. "And how much experiance have-thy as commander?", "2 years my-lord, fighting the Muslims in Trapazoid". Spartenos reflected quickly, "can I get proof of this?". "No sire, but you can as soon as war permits". Spartenos knew by instinct that he had found his man, he quickly took out his seal. He jotted down a quick note, handing it to young Dukas. "give this to my steward, he will sort you out" he paused, "and give this note to him to sort that... nosy messanger".
*The Byzantines considered themselves the true Romans. As this is between Greeks they will refer to themselves as Romans.
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