@Fookison: I suppose, crying would be more than appropriate for that.
@Kazmir: You give Rostislav too much credit, I'm afraid. The civil war was already in full swing. He just managed to convince one more guy to join it.
@morningSIDEr: Fate is a fickle mistress indeed. As Rostislav will find out.
I apologize for the slow updating, but I have trouble finding the time to write at the moment. It will get better eventually, though, so follow me through this desert and we shall see the promised land.
Is it blasphemy if nobody says 'Jehova'? Where has Viacheslav been hiding all this time? Is he still drunk all the time? Is he still looking for a job? Didn't he become enlightened or something? And will the juxtaposition of a life given just as another one is taken lead to a deep philosophical examination of the cycle of life and death? Haha, no. But there will be other stuff happening in the next episode of Out Of Taurica!
@Kazmir: You give Rostislav too much credit, I'm afraid. The civil war was already in full swing. He just managed to convince one more guy to join it.
@morningSIDEr: Fate is a fickle mistress indeed. As Rostislav will find out.
I apologize for the slow updating, but I have trouble finding the time to write at the moment. It will get better eventually, though, so follow me through this desert and we shall see the promised land.
Episode 9 - The Fickleness Of Fate And Jesus' Mom
as told by Rostislav I Vladimirovich, Duke of Taurica
Behold my realm!
Isn't it glorious?
This calls for some kind of ode or hymn or other poetical stuff.
Iakov! Has anyone seen Iakov?
"I believe you thend him to the edthe of the world, mylowd."
Oh, yeah.
"I could try..."
No, that's alright.
Anyway, have you seen my snazzy new get-up?
Pretty cool, eh?
The headband is made from gold we took from a church in Theodosia.
...
It was a Greek church, so it's alright.
I mean, I know we're Greeks religiously speaking, but...
youknowwhatimean
Let's take a look through the infirmary, shall we?
Because war brings with it some casualties, too.
How are you doin', son?
"I had some Greek try to stick a sword in my eye and he almost succeeded! How do you think I feel?! And all just because you wanted to rule some town filled with even more Greeks!"
Well, granted, but it's gonna make a cool scar once it heals.
"A cool scar? But my face was so beautiful!"
...
"I suppose, I should count myself lucky, though, considering what happened to Volodar."
Well, I'm not sure falling off a horse during the parade counts as a war injury.
But you're right. He doesn't speak, wanders around aimlessly, looks at you with empty eyes devoid of any sign of sentience...
You know, if I were a callous man I would say that it's not much different from before.
Teehee.
"..."
...
If I were a callous man.
Besides, don't just blame me. I specifically asked the Virgin Mary beforehand to protect my sons. Apparently, that was just too much work for her.
"Ath the gothpel thayth:
'And the holy mother wath a fickle bitchth.
One night shthe ith totally fine with JC goin' out,
the nektht shthe ith like 'no way'
without any reathon.
I mean, like, what'th up with that?'"
...
Um, what?
"It'th the gothpel of Kimantha. You guyth shthould read more."
...
Let's go find something to cheer me up.
What?
Oh.
No, you see, this is just a misunderstanding...
No, really! I can explain!
There were some Cumans besieging that province and Kirill was supposed to create discord among them.
He must have mistaken your vassals for Cumans.
Not that one would normally confuse the two, of course.
...
Oh, Kirill, you idiot.
"If I could offer my thervitheth, mylowd?"
No.
"But..."
No.
"..."
Finally! Some good news!
How about a baby party?
Everyone brings a present for the little one, we can have cake, there'll be music and dancing...
Or we could go to a funeral.
Fickle bitch.
as told by Rostislav I Vladimirovich, Duke of Taurica
Behold my realm!
Isn't it glorious?
This calls for some kind of ode or hymn or other poetical stuff.
Iakov! Has anyone seen Iakov?
"I believe you thend him to the edthe of the world, mylowd."
Oh, yeah.
"I could try..."
No, that's alright.
Anyway, have you seen my snazzy new get-up?
Pretty cool, eh?
The headband is made from gold we took from a church in Theodosia.
...
It was a Greek church, so it's alright.
I mean, I know we're Greeks religiously speaking, but...
youknowwhatimean
Let's take a look through the infirmary, shall we?
Because war brings with it some casualties, too.
How are you doin', son?
"I had some Greek try to stick a sword in my eye and he almost succeeded! How do you think I feel?! And all just because you wanted to rule some town filled with even more Greeks!"
Well, granted, but it's gonna make a cool scar once it heals.
"A cool scar? But my face was so beautiful!"
...
"I suppose, I should count myself lucky, though, considering what happened to Volodar."
Well, I'm not sure falling off a horse during the parade counts as a war injury.
But you're right. He doesn't speak, wanders around aimlessly, looks at you with empty eyes devoid of any sign of sentience...
You know, if I were a callous man I would say that it's not much different from before.
Teehee.
"..."
...
If I were a callous man.
Besides, don't just blame me. I specifically asked the Virgin Mary beforehand to protect my sons. Apparently, that was just too much work for her.
"Ath the gothpel thayth:
'And the holy mother wath a fickle bitchth.
One night shthe ith totally fine with JC goin' out,
the nektht shthe ith like 'no way'
without any reathon.
I mean, like, what'th up with that?'"
...
Um, what?
"It'th the gothpel of Kimantha. You guyth shthould read more."
...
Let's go find something to cheer me up.
What?
Oh.
No, you see, this is just a misunderstanding...
No, really! I can explain!
There were some Cumans besieging that province and Kirill was supposed to create discord among them.
He must have mistaken your vassals for Cumans.
Not that one would normally confuse the two, of course.
...
Oh, Kirill, you idiot.
"If I could offer my thervitheth, mylowd?"
No.
"But..."
No.
"..."
Finally! Some good news!
How about a baby party?
Everyone brings a present for the little one, we can have cake, there'll be music and dancing...
Or we could go to a funeral.
Fickle bitch.
Is it blasphemy if nobody says 'Jehova'? Where has Viacheslav been hiding all this time? Is he still drunk all the time? Is he still looking for a job? Didn't he become enlightened or something? And will the juxtaposition of a life given just as another one is taken lead to a deep philosophical examination of the cycle of life and death? Haha, no. But there will be other stuff happening in the next episode of Out Of Taurica!