Well here I am again, and this time with a friend! Trying once more we are going to take on the world as Austria and Bohemia respectively. We'll just update together in this multiplayer AAR 
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Here I am, the Duke of Austria, and my enemies will learn to fear the sight of my banner! Mighty handsome if I do say so myself.
It wasn't long before the pope decided that I needed a bishop, upon recieving this message I gladly accepted knowing that this would strengthen my relation with his holiness. I personally traveled down to Rome to meet the man I would soon call my bishop, and on our way back he wanted to show me a sight seen once in a generation.
The German Land Boat!
Upon reaching my home however, I found that my wife disapproved of my meddling with the pope and an argument followed. This only made me fall deeper in love with her. God bless her. To let things cool down a little I decided to invite some of the Bohemian counts to a tourney to enjoy the nice summer weather, though some guy named Konrad decided that it would be better to make an ass of himself and continuously call my realm 'one for freeloaders and layabouts who would easily be smashed by bohemian steel.'
I quickly sent him on his way and told him that if he were ever to step on Austrian soil again I'd send Vratislav his head in a box. That and to give his brother my best regards to his new kingdom. Eventually I just decided to give him the regards myself, and he even handed me a small sum of gold in compensation. Word spread quickly about this little feud and Adelhied's father did not approve of my methods of handling this at all. I certainly didn't like his harping of my ruling method and our relations began to strain.
I began plotting for an assassination attempt against Konrad on my way back to Osterrich when I found him smugly loitering near one of my bridges on the Danube. I called out to him and he looked back at me with a frightened pale face, the last thing I'm sure he saw was my blade swinging for him.
At first I was rather proud of this achievement and I was discussing with some of my closer friends, but after a week I received a letter from the pope yelling at me for killing a fellow catholic in cold blood and that my soul was now damned to hell. This quickly spiraled downward when the populous caught wind that I had become excommunicated, and productivity suffered.
Deciding that my life as a Christian was pretty much over I turned to assault my southern neighbors in an attempt to gain more land. I wasn't really attacking anything serious just some breakaways of the Empire's lands. Seeing them matching me man for man I decided to personally lead the charge, and the initial wave took out hundreds of their men. Left and right I was swinging my blade, taking out man after man. It seemed that the battle was going to be an easy victory when one of the Carinthian soldiers managed to lunge his spear through my torso. It pierced my right lung and I was immediately downed. Upon awakening I discovered that we were in retreat and the battle was lost.
Despite my grievous losses I ordered my men to turn back and take the northern Carinthian lands, and by chance luck was on my side as the Empire began drawing their attention to the south. With their men nowhere to be seen we quickly made gains in land and wealth, enough to drive a man of the cloth to theft, as I discovered that 800 pounds of gold were missing from the treasury the next morning with the bishop nowhere to be found. I quickly sent word to my good friend Vratislav to see if he could send support, though he wrote back saying that he just received the help of a 'raven' company.
Later that year after I settled for peace with the German nation, I invited my father in law over for Christmas dinner. The moment he saw me hobbling around, gasping for air and blaming the pope for all of this, he finally realized that I wasn't such a bad guy after all. Good enough a guy in fact to be considered a son to him.
Somewhere around this time a Bohemian kid showed up saying that he was next in line for the Bohemian throne or something, I can't really remember I was to busy boding with the old man, so I had him locked away in one of the pantries. Apparently Johann was talking to him through the locked door, and he mentioned something about how in Bohemia they don't lock fosterlings up in a pantry.
Several years went by and each day I cursed the pope for every bad thing that happened, though this seemed to only make things worse as several miracle workers (who turned out to be frauds) failed to heal me, and the worst of it some smugglers cropped up around the newly acquired Treviso trading weapons and other such items.
My first reaction was to gather some men together and take care of them, though that didn't work out at all as planned as my battle wound did not allow for me to do anything strenuous.
So I decided to let this problem wait until I felt better, which didn't take long.
After that short rest I sent a hundred men to clean up the countryside and bring the smuggled weapons to me, and instead they decided that they didn't want to serve a cripple king and that they would rather go about on their own.
I said to hell with it and just began to lay in bed for the next some odd years, again cursing the name of the pope, wishing he would die someday soon. Eventually my prayers were answered with his death of age. This brought a tear to my eye an- Hey who are you? -*hurk*-
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Here I am, the Duke of Austria, and my enemies will learn to fear the sight of my banner! Mighty handsome if I do say so myself.
It wasn't long before the pope decided that I needed a bishop, upon recieving this message I gladly accepted knowing that this would strengthen my relation with his holiness. I personally traveled down to Rome to meet the man I would soon call my bishop, and on our way back he wanted to show me a sight seen once in a generation.
The German Land Boat!
Upon reaching my home however, I found that my wife disapproved of my meddling with the pope and an argument followed. This only made me fall deeper in love with her. God bless her. To let things cool down a little I decided to invite some of the Bohemian counts to a tourney to enjoy the nice summer weather, though some guy named Konrad decided that it would be better to make an ass of himself and continuously call my realm 'one for freeloaders and layabouts who would easily be smashed by bohemian steel.'
I quickly sent him on his way and told him that if he were ever to step on Austrian soil again I'd send Vratislav his head in a box. That and to give his brother my best regards to his new kingdom. Eventually I just decided to give him the regards myself, and he even handed me a small sum of gold in compensation. Word spread quickly about this little feud and Adelhied's father did not approve of my methods of handling this at all. I certainly didn't like his harping of my ruling method and our relations began to strain.
I began plotting for an assassination attempt against Konrad on my way back to Osterrich when I found him smugly loitering near one of my bridges on the Danube. I called out to him and he looked back at me with a frightened pale face, the last thing I'm sure he saw was my blade swinging for him.
At first I was rather proud of this achievement and I was discussing with some of my closer friends, but after a week I received a letter from the pope yelling at me for killing a fellow catholic in cold blood and that my soul was now damned to hell. This quickly spiraled downward when the populous caught wind that I had become excommunicated, and productivity suffered.
Deciding that my life as a Christian was pretty much over I turned to assault my southern neighbors in an attempt to gain more land. I wasn't really attacking anything serious just some breakaways of the Empire's lands. Seeing them matching me man for man I decided to personally lead the charge, and the initial wave took out hundreds of their men. Left and right I was swinging my blade, taking out man after man. It seemed that the battle was going to be an easy victory when one of the Carinthian soldiers managed to lunge his spear through my torso. It pierced my right lung and I was immediately downed. Upon awakening I discovered that we were in retreat and the battle was lost.
Despite my grievous losses I ordered my men to turn back and take the northern Carinthian lands, and by chance luck was on my side as the Empire began drawing their attention to the south. With their men nowhere to be seen we quickly made gains in land and wealth, enough to drive a man of the cloth to theft, as I discovered that 800 pounds of gold were missing from the treasury the next morning with the bishop nowhere to be found. I quickly sent word to my good friend Vratislav to see if he could send support, though he wrote back saying that he just received the help of a 'raven' company.
Later that year after I settled for peace with the German nation, I invited my father in law over for Christmas dinner. The moment he saw me hobbling around, gasping for air and blaming the pope for all of this, he finally realized that I wasn't such a bad guy after all. Good enough a guy in fact to be considered a son to him.
Somewhere around this time a Bohemian kid showed up saying that he was next in line for the Bohemian throne or something, I can't really remember I was to busy boding with the old man, so I had him locked away in one of the pantries. Apparently Johann was talking to him through the locked door, and he mentioned something about how in Bohemia they don't lock fosterlings up in a pantry.
Several years went by and each day I cursed the pope for every bad thing that happened, though this seemed to only make things worse as several miracle workers (who turned out to be frauds) failed to heal me, and the worst of it some smugglers cropped up around the newly acquired Treviso trading weapons and other such items.
My first reaction was to gather some men together and take care of them, though that didn't work out at all as planned as my battle wound did not allow for me to do anything strenuous.
So I decided to let this problem wait until I felt better, which didn't take long.
After that short rest I sent a hundred men to clean up the countryside and bring the smuggled weapons to me, and instead they decided that they didn't want to serve a cripple king and that they would rather go about on their own.
I said to hell with it and just began to lay in bed for the next some odd years, again cursing the name of the pope, wishing he would die someday soon. Eventually my prayers were answered with his death of age. This brought a tear to my eye an- Hey who are you? -*hurk*-
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