If you make an Antipope you will no longer be excommunicated because you will no longer recognize the Pope that is excommunicating you. I've done that before, it helps.
And now that they have toned down Antipopes, it isn't as much of an exploit.
I'm still playing 1.03b at this point. I haven't upgraded to 1.04b out of fear it may corrupt the save, because of the Wales-Brythonia change, but maybe I'm just being paranoid.
As for Anti-Popes, they are a mechanic that I completely overlooked until sometime in the mid-14th century, much to my detriment.
God, I'm hung over. What happened last night?
Or the whole of yesterday, for that matter?
Right. That.
Well, crap.
There's only one thing I can do now. Something unthinkable. Something completely alien to Crovan nature.
I'm going to have to
not Enforce Demands.
Duchess Órlaith accepts a White Peace. I had her pretty much beaten, but she would not surrender completely unless I capture some of her holdings, which takes a year or more, and I need my armies to deal with my other problems. The peace means she loses 100 Prestige and remains my vassal, but she is not imprisoned. And with the ten-year truce imposed on her(she is considered the attacking party of the war), that gives me a ten-year window to close the civil war.
Still, letting a treacherous unfriendly lady off the hook like that brings me to tears.
I think I deserve a drink.
That hit the spot. Nonono, just- just leave the bottle. And get me another. Hell, just bring the whole cask. Er, yeah I'm having... having some friends over, exactly. Heh. Friends.
I send the armies to attack Moray e . I can beat them down quickly before getting to England. I also take a look at how my daughter is doing.
God hates me. All I can make is daughters who only make daughters. Well, except for the boy I killed, but that's irrelevant.
Looks like I'll have to survive until I can see a great-grandson. God help us all.
I arrange for her to matrilineally marry a Frankish bloke, Rorgon de Sens. Although she's getting old, it's not unheard of to give birth in the thirties.
A piece of good neews finally arrivses in March 1264:
Órlaith apparently could not handle pushing out her only child, extending the ten-year-truce window to a 16-year growing-up window.
Not so fortuneate is that the new Duchess's heir is the King of Wales.
The war is not going we ll . Powys in Wales has been occupied entirely by the English, Moray has a siege force down wthere as well, and I don't have the manpower to spare to take care of them. I think it's time to take the Pope's offer even though I haven't stabilized everything, lest everything crash down before I get the chance.
I'm going to have to disband my entire army and simply trust that the Pope makes good on his word. Considering the intelligence of the Popes so far, it's a 50/50 shot whether he will remember making the promise at all. Also, God has it in for me.
The last province in Ross falls in May 1265.
Here goes:
(Mercenraries don't count as raised army levies when declaring war)
OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKPLEASEWORK
YES!
THIS CALLS FOR ANOTHER DRINK!
I spend some of my ubiquitous piety to hire the Knights Hospitallers. This puts my monthly income at -27/month, giving me just under two years to win this war. Huh. Hopefully enough will die on the voyage so that I can afford to pay the survivors.
Also, I marry off my youngest daughter, Aignes, to the Duke of Slesvig because she was whining about it.
Finally, as a last screw-you to King Estmond of England, I matrilineally marry my second daughter, Lerthan, to his younger brother Offa. This makes us allies and there's nothing he can do about it because Offa was hanging around in the court of Duke Eadmund the Fat of Somerset, who accepted the offer.
Then I'm off to
the Holy Land Azov!
After a long and arduous journey I finally see my destination!
They're not even fighting over that province! And Paphlagonia is not even the primary attacker!
God hates me. I'm convinced of it.
Bah. I take my army and make the months-long trek across the Caucasus to take the fight to the Turk in Persia.
To my annoyance, the level of dogpiling the Turk is being subjected to means that it's hard to find someplace to get a siege in where the supply limit allows me enough men to actually outnumber the defenders.
Back home, my vassals are getting itchy again, but at least this time its not me who draws their ire.
On the other hand if hshe wins, she will become independent, which is not good.
In July i get my first taste of heathen blood.
Then, finally, after more than two years of sailing and walking walk ing walking, I step onto Turkish land:
In April the following year I see that Azov has become unoccupied again, probably as a result of peace between Thrace and Seljuk. I quickly send off a force to siege
ohforfgoddamn GO AWAY DENMARK
I march all the way back down again. Man are my feet sore.
I manage to use the mountainous terrain to my advantage, but the Muslem s still manage to cause enough casualties to make me unable to continue the siege. Manpower is beginning to become a problme, and shipping in new troops sfrom scotland is easier said than done, especially since I'm running out of coinage.
The next few months are just sieges, but there are a couple of tidbits in domestic matters:
I HAVE A GRANDSON I HAVE A GROANDSON I HAVE A GRANDSON
This calls for a drink! YES!
Even better, he will have a claim on the throne of England through his father. BUU-YAH!
Someone else nabs a kingdom first, on the other hand:
Bad, right?
NO LOL
Through some hitherto uknown game mechancic, I get a claim on ALL the provinces that have thus been removed from my realm! Since Wales is still a lot weaker than me, I can claim ALL the counties and duchies, then give them out to loyal courtiers, ending the Connacht menace once and for all!
And when my money goes low:
It's actually kinda sweet being a good Catholic.