The Adventures of the Crovan Clan

Bard II Torbjornsson Crovan

King of Norway and of Serbia


The Middle Years, 1409-1413









I was thinking about it and, you know, before I go and send my army off to battle the Turks again for control of Jerusalem, I should probably check and see if there are any more potential heretics right here at home that need stomping.

For example: this Bishop who rules a strategic stretch of the Danube River. I am almost certain I heard him say that the nature of Christ was both “human and divine, united by a miracle” when it is clear that Christ’s nature is both divine and human, united by a holy miracle. The Pope quickly outlawed the heretic.











He also gave precedence to my little Crusade over the Jerusalem one.











Having killed his peasants and taken his gold, the Bishop saw the error of his ways and pledged fealty to me. Oh, and corrected the wording in his Christology.

I don’t know if the Pope ever got around to un-excommunicating him.











I’ve married my daughter into the Irish Crovan Line, which led to a nice trip back to our ancestral home and a visit with the pleasant and somewhat confused Irish King.

I don’t know if Chad was his dog or a son, but I do hope he eventually finds him.











And now one of my vassals starts a small war. And I mean small. Like dwarf-tossing against a four year old small.











Ten thousand troops should be able to take the Bard II them.










It is a shame about the missus dying, but let’s face it, she only managed 1 child and I have a schedule to keep.










And the war ends with expected results.












Halstein decided to save his soul and a lot of hassle and just pledged himself to me right now.












As tempting as it might be to add Onion-boy’s lands to my domain, powerful vassals are really just a pain in the ass.

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Bard II Torbjornsson Crovan

King of Norway and of Serbia


The Middle Years, 1414-1420









The Turkish Frank Duke of Champagne, located in a particularly blighted and despoiled portion of Russia and quite far from the fertile French Wine country, has offered fealty to me.

Something tells me The Adventures of the deBlois Clan must make for a particularly depressing read.











And now I’ve picked up an Egyptian Vassal. It would seem my modus operendi has leaked out and these little petty lords are bowing to the inevitable.

Suits me fine. I don’t want to wear out the Pope’s Excommunicating Pen too fast anyway.











A delegation of Athenian Peasants arrived at court today to complain. Apparently, they find their lives of back-breaking toil somewhat unfulfilling.

I explained to them that they work so hard so that I can live this life of luxury and excess.

Then I had the ringleaders hanged.











My new vassal has decided to flex his muscles by attacking a smaller neighbor.

I plan to flex my muscles by stealing his conquest.











Which unexpectedly has launched a general European War.











Vittorio, Duke of Apuila, has apparently sobered up.










The King of Italy also sobered up, but only after I took the Bard II him.










And after refusing a messenger a week for what? Years now? I finally gave in and let him join my realm. You can start taking bets on how long before he rebels.












And while most would consider that a “Good Thing,” I consider it an act of betrayal so heinous that the only possible reaction is complete and utter overreaction












I’ve seized all of his gold and stolen everything of value from his disease-ridden serfs, but I let Audun keep the islands. No one else is willing to live there. Especially now.

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