1120-1140: Huge wars, medium castles, small pox and completely nonexistent mercy and restraint.
Official soundtrack/philosophy for this post.
As you may recall, Prince Hang-dog has been dealing with his depression. I decide that perhaps the best cure for the blues is unjust wars against unbelievably weak opposition.
I'm talking about 2690 soldiers against 190, now.
The Zemigalians get it first and fall faster than the value of the Ruble. In the same year the Curonians and their odd grape-themed round shield are mauled by the Bear. If I lost the war I could have made a witty "sour grapes" remark, but the actual result is total victory in short order.
I suppose I could have gone the "stomping on the grapes" route, but I decided against it. True story: back when I was in school a popular thing for bad kids to do during lunch was put grapes in text books and then slam them shut. I'm not sure why I mention this. I guess I like telling little stories.
Putting the hurt on some piece of pagan trash.
In 1123 Medium Castles are discovered in Novgorod (Castles was my main research focus: I need lots of bodies to throw in front of Golden Horde Motorpsychos). I begin a policy of setting aside gold so I can afford the staggering 1500 price tag.
Saving some money. The fact that this book exists is profoundly wrong on so many levels.
Despite the hateful bout of financial restraint I still manage to sneak in pagan wars while saving my pennies. The Kajanborg gets assimilated in 1124 and in 1127 Satakunta sadly can't-a hold off my powerful forces of trained attack chickens, which have recently been reinforced by the "goats" advance with hordes of killer sheep to act as shock troops and infiltrators.
Another deadly secret weapon revealed!
Elsewhere, a ring of thieves, presumably stealing my precious "charcoal" and "chained leather" set up shop in Bezhetsky Verh for a while, perhaps taking advantage of the chaos caused by a small pox epidemic there. It might be spreading, as the Prince develops an illness in 1127.
Get up, get up, get down with the sickness.
In 1131 it's time for my most aggressive war yet, against a Samogitia that somehow controls numerous provinces throughout Russia. I call up all my personal forces as well as those of my vassal Tver. Even with these numbers the pagans prove formidable and the next years are literally soaked with the blood of God's enemies.
The hope of my enemies. I'm pretty sure that last "t" is a typo.
Jacweiz falls in 1131 and in 1132 Polotsk and Memel are taken. After a few tense moments the war turns completely in my favor in 1133 as the goat commandos and chicken paratroopers invest and take Suzdal and Veliky Ustug. Yaroslav falls in 1134 and I end the war by claiming 183 gold in tribute from the ruined pagans.
A typical siege during the Samogitia war.
A new problem arises from the conquest: there simply aren't enough warm bodies to install as vassals! With personal holdings becoming too large to handle the Prince gains the stressed condition in 1135 and is dead two years later. Stress: it's a killer.
I do manage to create a few new vassals during this time and with efficiency up to the mid-80%s it seem that crisis is over. The only bad news is the lack of advisors! I need nobles now, and I'm willing to buy them used provided they have less than 80,000 miles on them.
Vladimir is Prince in 1137 for about two cups of coffee and then the title passes to Ilia, another in a seemingly endless line of depressed rulers with sizable noses. He seems reasonably capable, but by 1140 he has no advisors at all and the court is empty. Time to promote some sheep and chicken trainers, I would think.
Ilia looks rather sad, too.
After the massive expansions it may be time to continue planning for the Mongol Horde. I think adding the Medium Castle is a good start, but my homeless friend who heads Golden Horde Historical Preservation Society (and, oddly enough, the Colt .45 Malt Liquor Appreciation Society) tells me there are "Probably many thousands of them dudes" on the way by the early to mid 1200s. Can sensible planning and a potent chicken force put us in a good enough position to survive?
Novgorod, 1140