This is based on an actual game I am currently playing. 99.9% of the individuals are real, save for some, which in any case should become obvious to the reader. Now, I present to this forum the first installment of my very first AAR. Certainly not for the faint of heart.
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This is an abridged version of the chronicle of an unnamed monk, 69th Grand Master of the Order of St. Onan, located in Germany on the mountain of Bation. Translated from Ye Olde German into Ye Olde English and eventually into Ye Modern English.
Here, then, begins the story of the Bavarian Dukes (Herzogs) of the von Nordheim stock. The general founder of the family’s fortune was Otto v. Nordheim, Duke of Bavaria during the reign of Emperor Heinrich III, sovereign Holy Roman Empire of the German nation.
Finding himself Duke of Bavaria, albeit at a rather old age for the time, Otto was eager to expand his domains farther than the four provinces his title allotted him. Though admittedly not skilled in the art of war or diplomacy, Otto was well aware that he could employ others to aid him in his schemes.
So Otto, deeming imperative that he turn his Duchy into a potent and respectable state on the European political scene, decided to hold an ultra-secret meeting of those closest to him amongst his group of courtiers. Conspicuously absent from the meeting was Otto’s estranged wife Richenza.
Though some aspects of the conference have not been recorded and will probably never be known, other vital details have withstood the test of time and have become available only recently for close scrutiny.
The following is a fragment of a discussion, recorded by a spy present at the meeting, one Engelbert von Schaize.
Otto: Now we move to the question of to whom will the Duchy fall to upon my death. Shall I designate one of you as my successor so as to prevent petty squabbling, or leave the matter for another time?
(minor conversations among those present)
courtier Lambert: We believe that such talk is rather demoralizing. We urge you to beget an heir, rather than just designate an heir.
Otto: But how am I to beget an heir??? Well??? I don’t know where all of you have been since you arrived here at my court a few months ago, but I am quite married to a 36 yr old wench!!!!!! What was her name again?
unidentified courtier: Ummmmm…..Richenza, Sire.
Otto: Yes, that’s that the whore! Fifteen years and not even a bloody miscarriage. I can’t even remember the last time the two of us shared the same bed. Usually I have to make my way to the dining hall and make myself comfortable there….Anyway!
courtier Konrad v. Eschenloch: Well, my liege, German Duchesses seem to have a knack for impaling themselves on sharp objects once they turn 30.
Otto: Now, sword bearer, what are you suggesting? That I encourage my wife to take up sword fighting lessons?
courtier Konrad v. Eschenloch: Your Highness, that is strictly for your person to decide.
courtier Poppo: How about we draw up a pedigree showing Your highness married your niece? Rome seems to fall for those a lot.
Otto: Guards, seize him! The nerve of that fool. Were I to marry such a close relation, I certainly would have done a better job choosing! Now, back to my repulsive wife.
The reader shall be spared the rest of the account, as our source, Engelbert v. Schaize, and later on our chronicler, were not keen on leaving out even the most gruesome details of the meeting.
A few days following this clandestine meeting, Konrad v. Eschenloch was appointed Spy Master of Bavaria. This was around the Christmas holiday. Some months later, coinciding with the observance of Pentecost (1067) Richenza, Duchess of Bavaria was found in her apartments, located in the eastern wing of the royal palace. The lady-in-waiting to Richenza, who came across the disgusting site, fainted where she stood. From later trustworthy eyewitness accounts it was revealed that the Duchess was dismembered, her limbs located at the foot of her bed. But what was even more disturbing, it appears a long sword was inserted into Richenza starting with the vaginal cavity of the Duchess, the sharp end (somehow) exiting from the mouth of the poor Richenza.
TBC
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Even if I’m old, I’ve got lots of money. And if a young man comes forward who can shake me down at night like a warped bed so that my teeth rattle in my mouth, he won’t stay poor.
-an old, promiscuous, widow responding to her daughter’s criticism of her sexual escapades
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This is an abridged version of the chronicle of an unnamed monk, 69th Grand Master of the Order of St. Onan, located in Germany on the mountain of Bation. Translated from Ye Olde German into Ye Olde English and eventually into Ye Modern English.
Here, then, begins the story of the Bavarian Dukes (Herzogs) of the von Nordheim stock. The general founder of the family’s fortune was Otto v. Nordheim, Duke of Bavaria during the reign of Emperor Heinrich III, sovereign Holy Roman Empire of the German nation.
Finding himself Duke of Bavaria, albeit at a rather old age for the time, Otto was eager to expand his domains farther than the four provinces his title allotted him. Though admittedly not skilled in the art of war or diplomacy, Otto was well aware that he could employ others to aid him in his schemes.
So Otto, deeming imperative that he turn his Duchy into a potent and respectable state on the European political scene, decided to hold an ultra-secret meeting of those closest to him amongst his group of courtiers. Conspicuously absent from the meeting was Otto’s estranged wife Richenza.
Though some aspects of the conference have not been recorded and will probably never be known, other vital details have withstood the test of time and have become available only recently for close scrutiny.
The following is a fragment of a discussion, recorded by a spy present at the meeting, one Engelbert von Schaize.
Otto: Now we move to the question of to whom will the Duchy fall to upon my death. Shall I designate one of you as my successor so as to prevent petty squabbling, or leave the matter for another time?
(minor conversations among those present)
courtier Lambert: We believe that such talk is rather demoralizing. We urge you to beget an heir, rather than just designate an heir.
Otto: But how am I to beget an heir??? Well??? I don’t know where all of you have been since you arrived here at my court a few months ago, but I am quite married to a 36 yr old wench!!!!!! What was her name again?
unidentified courtier: Ummmmm…..Richenza, Sire.
Otto: Yes, that’s that the whore! Fifteen years and not even a bloody miscarriage. I can’t even remember the last time the two of us shared the same bed. Usually I have to make my way to the dining hall and make myself comfortable there….Anyway!
courtier Konrad v. Eschenloch: Well, my liege, German Duchesses seem to have a knack for impaling themselves on sharp objects once they turn 30.
Otto: Now, sword bearer, what are you suggesting? That I encourage my wife to take up sword fighting lessons?
courtier Konrad v. Eschenloch: Your Highness, that is strictly for your person to decide.
courtier Poppo: How about we draw up a pedigree showing Your highness married your niece? Rome seems to fall for those a lot.
Otto: Guards, seize him! The nerve of that fool. Were I to marry such a close relation, I certainly would have done a better job choosing! Now, back to my repulsive wife.
The reader shall be spared the rest of the account, as our source, Engelbert v. Schaize, and later on our chronicler, were not keen on leaving out even the most gruesome details of the meeting.
A few days following this clandestine meeting, Konrad v. Eschenloch was appointed Spy Master of Bavaria. This was around the Christmas holiday. Some months later, coinciding with the observance of Pentecost (1067) Richenza, Duchess of Bavaria was found in her apartments, located in the eastern wing of the royal palace. The lady-in-waiting to Richenza, who came across the disgusting site, fainted where she stood. From later trustworthy eyewitness accounts it was revealed that the Duchess was dismembered, her limbs located at the foot of her bed. But what was even more disturbing, it appears a long sword was inserted into Richenza starting with the vaginal cavity of the Duchess, the sharp end (somehow) exiting from the mouth of the poor Richenza.
TBC
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Even if I’m old, I’ve got lots of money. And if a young man comes forward who can shake me down at night like a warped bed so that my teeth rattle in my mouth, he won’t stay poor.
-an old, promiscuous, widow responding to her daughter’s criticism of her sexual escapades