Well, I've lurked around here for some time. It was really after reading the Machiavellian Adventures of Princess Eleanor that I wanted to get into AARs - and considering that I've just spent a few weeks reading that wonderful little (much in the same way that, say, a skyscraper can be said to be 'little') AAR, I'm awfully inspired to write my own.
I was either going to write a Doomsday AAR or a CK one - and, in the end, I decided to write a CK one - mainly because the characters, their traits, and whatnot, gives me a solid foundation to write on. I'll be playing as Moskva, on Easy/Normal. I'm not very good at CK at the best of times, and I'll be acting as my ruler would. If he picks up some sort of insanity, you can expect my Russian armies invading Iceland because of the pineapples they're hiding from him.
Well, then. Let the game begin. Oh, and a cookie to anyone who can guess Georgii's traits by reading this.
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December 26, 1066
It was just them, in the lonely castle of Moskva. The fort, it would be better called. Georgii, and his courtiers. A few cooks, soldiers, and whatnot also manned the fort - but who counted the servants?
"Roman, Eva, Melaniia. How good of you to join me. Let God's light shine on you, on this beauteous evening He has made."
"Praise God."
His little court - Roman, his steward. Eva, his spymaster. And Melaniia, his charming chancellor. They sufficed for the management of his demesne. Georgii was, in many circles, a strange man. He did not count the start of the new year on the first of January - but rather on the day after Christ's birth, and, on that day, he would call his three servants to account, in order to ask them about the year, and what had transpired within.
Georgii smiled. His army had grown, he knew that. He still lacked a marshal - and was not a good commander, but it sufficed. The threat of almost a thousand men would keep the greedy pagans to the south, and the deceptive men of Novrogod, to the north.
The realm, as things stand.
(Note that, out of respect for those people who still suffer under the dreadful bane of dial-up, as I myself did but a few weeks ago, I'll be linking all my images, rather than posting them directly here. I'd rather make those of us with fast connections have to click one more link than make one poor person sit there and stare impatiently at their screen for twenty minutes whilst it loads.)
"Roman, my friend."
The only man within his court, Roman was his friend, and mentor. Although he did not believe in the light of God as firmly as Georgii did, he was just, and generous. At sixty, Roman was far older than almost any man or woman that he knew - and he accepted that God had blessed Roman, with a long life, so that he could serve Christ alongside Georgii.
"How has the past year served you?"
Roman's face broke into a broad smile. "My lord, we have a treasury containing twenty-five gold pieces. It may not be the hoards of Byzantium, but it is eight months worth of income that I have saved for you."
"Good, good. Did you increase the taxes to a more suitable level, as I have asked you?"
"My lord.. the revenues have increased."
"Most excellent. Lastly, Georgii, I asked you to investigate the state of affairs with my men-at-arms. How do they stand?"
Roman spoke. "Well, milord, we have around eight hundred and fifty men. Enough to defend our realm of Vladimir, should it come to that."
"Well, Roman. You have certainly earned your stewardship."
"Eva. This year past, I have given you ten gold pieces - and asked you to find a suitable opponent. The enemies of God are everywhere, Eva. But we must vanquish them as we can, one at a time. Are there any who could be taken, and put to the sword?"
"Yes, milord. And yes. The Tribe of Sames, to the north. I spent some months there, pretending to be a woman who had gone dumb, and sought healing among their pagan gods."
"Bah!"
Georgii spat. "Filthy heathens. Would that I could put them to the sword, as they all deserve!"
"Well.. my lord. There has been some sort of turmoil. I do not understand it myself, but their fighting force will be perhaps four or five hundred men. They have no forts. We could conquer them, an-"
"Bring them under the banner of God! Indeed, Eva! You have a fine mind! We shall have to act quickly! I shall marshal my men, and bring them to the border. Should the other greedy Counts of Vladimir learn what I have learned, they would bring their desires for wealth to the north, and the glory of God would never truly be brought there!"
"Milo-"
"Roman. Prepare to marshal the men. We march on the morrow."
I was either going to write a Doomsday AAR or a CK one - and, in the end, I decided to write a CK one - mainly because the characters, their traits, and whatnot, gives me a solid foundation to write on. I'll be playing as Moskva, on Easy/Normal. I'm not very good at CK at the best of times, and I'll be acting as my ruler would. If he picks up some sort of insanity, you can expect my Russian armies invading Iceland because of the pineapples they're hiding from him.
Well, then. Let the game begin. Oh, and a cookie to anyone who can guess Georgii's traits by reading this.
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December 26, 1066
It was just them, in the lonely castle of Moskva. The fort, it would be better called. Georgii, and his courtiers. A few cooks, soldiers, and whatnot also manned the fort - but who counted the servants?
"Roman, Eva, Melaniia. How good of you to join me. Let God's light shine on you, on this beauteous evening He has made."
"Praise God."
His little court - Roman, his steward. Eva, his spymaster. And Melaniia, his charming chancellor. They sufficed for the management of his demesne. Georgii was, in many circles, a strange man. He did not count the start of the new year on the first of January - but rather on the day after Christ's birth, and, on that day, he would call his three servants to account, in order to ask them about the year, and what had transpired within.
Georgii smiled. His army had grown, he knew that. He still lacked a marshal - and was not a good commander, but it sufficed. The threat of almost a thousand men would keep the greedy pagans to the south, and the deceptive men of Novrogod, to the north.
The realm, as things stand.
(Note that, out of respect for those people who still suffer under the dreadful bane of dial-up, as I myself did but a few weeks ago, I'll be linking all my images, rather than posting them directly here. I'd rather make those of us with fast connections have to click one more link than make one poor person sit there and stare impatiently at their screen for twenty minutes whilst it loads.)
"Roman, my friend."
The only man within his court, Roman was his friend, and mentor. Although he did not believe in the light of God as firmly as Georgii did, he was just, and generous. At sixty, Roman was far older than almost any man or woman that he knew - and he accepted that God had blessed Roman, with a long life, so that he could serve Christ alongside Georgii.
"How has the past year served you?"
Roman's face broke into a broad smile. "My lord, we have a treasury containing twenty-five gold pieces. It may not be the hoards of Byzantium, but it is eight months worth of income that I have saved for you."
"Good, good. Did you increase the taxes to a more suitable level, as I have asked you?"
"My lord.. the revenues have increased."
"Most excellent. Lastly, Georgii, I asked you to investigate the state of affairs with my men-at-arms. How do they stand?"
Roman spoke. "Well, milord, we have around eight hundred and fifty men. Enough to defend our realm of Vladimir, should it come to that."
"Well, Roman. You have certainly earned your stewardship."
"Eva. This year past, I have given you ten gold pieces - and asked you to find a suitable opponent. The enemies of God are everywhere, Eva. But we must vanquish them as we can, one at a time. Are there any who could be taken, and put to the sword?"
"Yes, milord. And yes. The Tribe of Sames, to the north. I spent some months there, pretending to be a woman who had gone dumb, and sought healing among their pagan gods."
"Bah!"
Georgii spat. "Filthy heathens. Would that I could put them to the sword, as they all deserve!"
"Well.. my lord. There has been some sort of turmoil. I do not understand it myself, but their fighting force will be perhaps four or five hundred men. They have no forts. We could conquer them, an-"
"Bring them under the banner of God! Indeed, Eva! You have a fine mind! We shall have to act quickly! I shall marshal my men, and bring them to the border. Should the other greedy Counts of Vladimir learn what I have learned, they would bring their desires for wealth to the north, and the glory of God would never truly be brought there!"
"Milo-"
"Roman. Prepare to marshal the men. We march on the morrow."
