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Hi everyone!
I want this project to be different than my previous one. The title suggests I’m going to focus on female characters and their place (lack of it;)) in his-story. The characters may or (most often) may not reappear in subsequent updates, so this will not be a typical narrative where you follow the protagonist’s fate, rather a collection of short mini-stories or locked-in-time ‘scenes’. The aar is going to be less picture-heavy than my previous one and I’m not going to as shamelessly as before advertise MMP;), although I still claim this mod is superb, in fact I must be a tad biased about it as I think I’m addicted.

The updates will probably be rather irregular as it takes time to think up and write down a story. I hope every two or three weeks, that’s what you can expect. Remember, English is not my first language, so allow some understanding for imperfections.

Unlike with Navarre, I’m not planning to play until 1820 (but who knows?). The 15th-16th centuries will be my focus. The aar might also end abruptly. Well, I might run out of ideas, the project might prove too challenging, the game itself might get boring (least likely as it’s MMP, hmmm so much for NOT advertising MMP, shamelessly at that:p), far and between responses from you dear readaars might put me off, or simply I might get my grubby hands on HttT and abandon this aar for greener fields.

Those uninterested in the narrative can check what’s going on reading the game-play bit. It’ll be (surprise, surprise!) in red. Here I might also comment on the mod; I know a bit of grumbling will do me good.

Comments and criticism are welcome, don’t hesitate to point out either anachronisms (I’m not a historian and not a real history buff either, but always eager to learn sth new) or implausible (love the word!) psychological portrayal, or whatever.

First update this weekend.

Enjoy! (hopefully)

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Good luck with this, the premise sounds good. I hope you are enjoying the game as much as the writing.

Regarding the gameplay sections colour, red has very low contrast to read long paragraphs, could you use orange, yellow or even magenta instead? :rolleyes:

I’m not going to as shamelessly as before advertise MMP;)

I somehow doubt it :rofl:
 
What, is Gabor playing a Magna Mundi game and it's not as some scrawny one province minor? I am positively shocked.
 
A set of short stories in chronological order set in an evolving MMP universe? Sounds interesting.:)

Given the premise the focus will most often not be the rulers themselves, but their wives, female family members or other characters in their vicinity? I really wonder how you are going to do this.
 
A great idea gabor! I'll be looking forward to reading this AAR! ;)
 
welcome everyone!

aldriq: i worried about red before i chose it, i'd like to stick with it as white and red are the colours of Savoy, but if you really find it hard for the eyes tell me again and i'll come up with some solution.

Minarchist: i vowed not to advertise MMP ...shamelessly ;)

Milites: wooo! wooo! i'm a BIG power now, tremble Calvinist France! :p

chals: here it comes, patience! ;)

Urza:
I really wonder how you are going to do this.
so do I :)

volksmarschall: hope you'll like it.
 
i worried about red before i chose it, i'd like to stick with it as white and red are the colours of Savoy, but if you really find it hard for the eyes tell me again and i'll come up with some solution.

I see... bold red might be OK then.
 
A Falcon Chick

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Oristano, 23 October 1460​

I​

‘Why did he summon me,’ wondered Master Guido, walking across the patio. ‘It must be about the girl,’ he concluded. This made him stop. He’d been her tutor for three years now and although there was little he could boast of in terms of her academic progress, he had to admit he’d taken to the girl. Wayward and disobedient as she was, a tomboy who’d skip his classes and regularly played pranks on him, she projected a certain inexplicable charm.

The locals simply adored her. The only granddaughter of Guillaume II de Narbonne, who’d sold the Arborean title to the Aragonese, and whose successor and half-brother Pierre de Tinières sold the title of the viscount of Narbonne to de Foix family just when she was only one, she symbolised the glorious past of the Island. Her titles might have been sold but thanks to Carta de Logu, the law code introduced by her most prominent ancestor, Eleanor, the property rights of women were preserved and thus Beatrice retained her inheritance rights to numerous estates. She was to become one of the richest proprietors on Sardinia as soon as she turns sixteen.

‘That’ll be pretty soon, Guido muttered to himself and suddenly a gloomy foreboding overcame him. He decided to check on the girl. ‘I shouldn’t make him wait for me,’ he chastened himself. ‘But this won’t take long.’ Thus reassured, he turned around and headed for the ladies’ quarters; that’s where Beatrice should be now mastering her embroidery skills.

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The Western Mediterranean Sea​


II​

‘She’s with the falconer,’ shouted the first girl to spot him. He had sneaked into the room quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. Then, mesmerized, had been watching the synchronized, almost musical movement: hand, needle, thread; up and down, up and down; painlessly through the fabric. The needles pierced the pieces of cloth in regular intervals, spilling the bulged patches of red gradually further and further over the white surface.

Lady Yolanda came up to him. ‘Yes, that’s true,’ she spoke softly. ‘She didn’t turn up today; again. But it’s ok if she’s with her falcons. She’s as keen on them as Eleanor was; and she definitely takes after her in brightness and …stubbornness.’ They both chuckled muffled laughter, the sparks in their eyes betraying their feelings. Teachers, typically fond of their unruly and obstinate yet gifted wards; undoubtedly hoping their students will not falter to venture in the regions their tutors had never had enough courage, or foolhardiness, to gamble.

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Eleanor of Arborea​


III​

Heading for the Viceroy’s quarters, Master Guido walked past a group of Savoyard soldiers. ‘It was me and the likes who pioneered this influx’, he thought. Around three years ago his employer Antonio Cubelli, the marquis and earl of Oristano invited the first Savoyard scholars and traders to the Island. He also hired a Savoyard guard. Many other prominent local nobles followed suit, including Leonardo de Alagon, whose son Artale was the most likely Beatrice’s suitor. Initially, the Aragonese authorities only reluctantly accepted this trend. However, soon it turned out the Savoyards antagonized the local people much less than the Aragonese and they quite naturally filled in the gap left by Genoese and Pizan entrepreneurs. Eventually, the Viceroy Nicolò Carros himself, short on manpower, had to bring in soldiers from Savoy, the Kingdom’s ally, to help keep peace on the turbulent Island. The Aragonese soldiers were constantly needed somewhere else: either to, unsuccessfully, deal with the Muslim seizure of Malta, or to secure the Crown of Argon’s hold on other not-so-recent acquisitions: the Kingdoms of Valencia and Majorca, or to deal with the foralists in Catalonia.

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Alfonso V died early, his successor Enric I finds it difficult to hold on the diverse lands of Crown of Aragon​

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The new pirate base​

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A Savoyard vessel heading for its destination​


IV​

‘You summoned me, Sir,’ Master Guido took a bow.
‘What took you so long, Master Guido?’ Nicolò Carros, the Aragon-appointed viceroy, the descendant of Ugone II of Arborea, didn’t even try to hide his irritation.
Guido decided not to respond to this, just kept his head low.
‘Let’s don’t beat about the bush, shall we? It’s about Beatrice,’ said the Viceroy. The King accepted the Duke’s offer and we’re sanding her off to Savoy to become Lodovico I’s fosterling. You know, she could do with some court education; being a bit wild, it’ll take some time and effort to knock the rough edges off her; a job at which you obviously failed.’
Guido was unpleasantly taken aback. ‘But hadn’t His Majesty Enric I repeatedly refused the Lodovico’s offer?’ he asked. All of a sudden, the thought of letting the girl go distressed him enormously.
‘Yes, he had, but apparently, having reconsidered it, in his infinite wisdom he decided to take the girl’s good into account. She’s reached the age at which an appropriate match should be arranged for her and Duke Lodovico offered to help in this matter. Naturally you’ll agree, the court of Chambéry gives more prospective opportunities than this backwater Island. Especially, for a noble girl of not so high a standing. Remember, she was deprived of any claims or titles by her ancestors.’
‘So were you,’ thought Master Guido and said, ‘She’s still to inherit quite a lot of land here.’
‘Of course, this is what makes her a match worth considering for a minor noble.’
‘A foreigner of course and not one of de Alagons, your rivals,’ thought Guido but again he kept these thoughts for himself. He asked instead, ‘When is she expected to leave?’
‘Immediately.’
‘But how come?’ Guido protested. ‘Isn’t it too hazardous to send her now?’ Guido’s gloom turned into anxiety. ‘The sea is rough at this time of year,’ he went on, ‘and, more importantly, the waters are reported to be infested with pirates. Wouldn’t it be prudent to wait a few months?’
‘My good Master Guido, there’ll always be a risk of pirates, and on her voyage to Nice Lady Beatrice will be escorted by a galley. So there’s no need for procrastinating’
‘One?’
‘The Savoyard one’
‘The one that escaped the outbreak of plague in Nice? The one which has been sitting, quarantined, off the shores of the Island? How can you send Lady Beatrice on the possibly plague-infested vessel to the plague-ridden town?’
‘It’s not my fault the Duchy has only such a narrow strip of coastline, with just one major port. Where else could one disembark? Anyway, we’re not sending her to Nice but to Chambéry.’
‘But there’s no other way to get to the capital than through Nice! You obviously do realise this will put Lady Beatrice’s life in danger!’
‘Mind your words, Master Guido!
‘Sir, I assure you, Antonio Cubelli, Beatrice’s legal guardian will never agree to that.’
‘But he has already agreed, my good Master. Haven’t you spotted his enlarged Savoyard guard? Surprised? And what was that that you said about Lady Beatrice’s inheritance?’
Master Guido was lost for words. ‘Have mercy, let her wait at least until the plague in Nice subsides.’
‘His Majesty King Enric I has been waiting for the right time to dispatch the girl; it has just come.’
‘But I’m sure you can do something to postpone the departure.’
‘Listen, Mater Guido, the Crown of Aragon will spare no cost to ensure Lady Beatrice’s well-being and good fortune. To this end, and I’m sure His Majesty would agree with me, it would be cruel to severe the ward from her tutor. And who else will protect the girl better than her long-time trusted mentor? Pack your things, Master, you’re leaving tomorrow.’

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The dismal destination the Savoyard vessel is heading for​


***


Story-wise, contrary to what the first line claims, it’s actually 1464 (I needed these four years for the story). Beatrice is of course fictional but the claims she lost and most characters are not. Aragon got the new ruler Enric I early, PU with Naples remained intact, Enric seems as unpopular as real-life John II.

Gameplay-wise it’s been a rather uneventful decade. My opening moves: royal marriage with France and trade agreement with Venice (took a few reloads to get it with ‘likely’ probability). No one was interested in alliance, but finally Aragon and England offered, these will do for the time being. Military accesses with all the neighbours and ‘Iberians’, and royal marriages with Italian monarchies followed; I also warned the usual suspects in the HRE: the Palatinate, Hessen and Brandenburg. And Aragon. I got 5 merchants in Venice (Genoa embargoed and guaranteed me), I also supported the pirates. I managed to complete the basic buildings in my 3 provs (save the anchorage in Nice). The Palatinate dowed Baden, I somehow became the alliance leader and thus doing nothing in the war, profited from war taxes and, ironically, in the end saved the Palatinate’s skin. Actually, in 1464 the war’s still going on.

Internationally, Muscovy and OE are doing well. Novgorod is almost down, OE grabbed Croatia (prov) and released Transylvania in the first war, now OE is in its first war with the Mameluks. (Balance issue, OE will accumulate a lot of bb and lose alliance with Transylvania and vassalage of Walachia, making its venture in the region pointless and opening the area to unusual outcomes.)
Austria is the Emperor and naturally (my pet hate) dowed Montenegro, but being distracted, its advance in the Balkans is hindered.
Denmark went on its classic suicidal madness dowing Bremen, the war’s in progress.
Poland ignores TO and France doesn’t mind English enclaves on the continent.
Aragon did nothing about Maltese revolt, the island defected to Granada (I don’t think it’s intended), this will surely weaken Spain in the future.


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Plague victims​
 
i dont think she has to say alot about it i mean the king can get plenty of wives and is not dependent on one. Nice AAR bye the way i must compliment u on that. I am curious on how this will end, ( what the king will pick ).
 
Urza: thank you

aldriq: the next decade's going to be much more eventful; not one but a few following updates will focus on 1470s; i tell you, the hell broke loose...

chals: the Hause of Savoy was under Salic or Semi-Salic Law so no female monarchs i'm afraid; i'm going to respect the law although it's going to have a tremendous impact on the story; also historically the House of Savoy had a lot of odd inheritances with the main lines of succession dying out and planty of inter-marriages

andy-1989: Beatrice is not going to marry neither King Enric I of Aragon (the equivalent of historical John II) nor Duke Lodovico of Savoy; they were both married at the time, and again i'm going to respect history, here

everyone: well, i'll reveal a secret: Beatrice's not going to get infected with the plague :p so here comes the quiz:

Who's Beatrice going to marry? (tip: this is a historical character)
 
Who's Beatrice going to marry? (tip: this is a historical character)

I haven't had much luck tracing Beatrice. The Google trail took me to the Italian and French wikipedias, and eventually here and here, where for what I gather (although my French is not great) Guillaume II didn't have any children, and his half brother and successor Pierre de Tinières didn't either, so Beatrice must have descended from the previous generation of Narbonne-Lara? Oh never mind, if nothing else I found some really thorough family trees of the entire Savoyard line with this little exercise :D
 
Nice intro - unusual to start an AAR in a country other than the one you're playing - it had me wondering if Savoy owns Sardinia in MMP.

Given the build-up, Beatrice sounds important, which probably means either a war or an inheritance. I'll go for the Duke of Provence as the prospective husband, as Savoy's other neighbours are republics.
 
aldriq: i guess the tip in the quiz question was unclear: Beatrice's husband (not Beatrice) is a historical character, sorry
Beatrice is of course fictional.
you're right Guillaime II and Pierre de Tinieres both died childless (or it seems so) Beatrice is my invention, Guillaime's granddaughter, and great-granddaughter of Beatrice of Arborea, Eleanor's sister :)wacko:) :p

the Savoyard family tree you've found is great, it gave me a few ideas (Philip Sans Terre ;)); pity i'm computer illiterate and i have no idea how i could edit/tinker with these family trees :(

merrick: good shot, pretty close, but nay; Rene of Anjou was happily (so they say) married to Jeanne de Laval at that time; 'my groom' was actually married too then, and to a Savoyard princess at that, but why not to change the course of history ;)

next update is in the making, hopefully will be posted on Thu or Fri
 
i guess the tip in the quiz question was unclear: Beatrice's husband (not Beatrice) is a historical character, sorry

So I was chasing a ghost :eek:o :rolleyes: Oh well, glad the family trees are of use...
 
Dirt & Stench

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Off the east coast of Sardinia, mid-December 1475, dawn​

I​

‘My name is Idir, my name is Idir,’ she kept repeating in her mind, rubbing the oily dirt all over her already dirty face. ‘Glory to Allah for dirt and stench. Allah is great and merciful,’ she whispered. She realised dirt, patches of grease smeared on her face, and stench, the combination of unwashed body odour and smell of fish, protected her. Dirt and stench let her pass for a boy here on board of this pirate boat now; and back than, those edgy months in Al-Djazzir when, to survive, she begged in the streets and stole from bazaar stalls.

Did she regret? Of course she did. She knew she’d traded her husband’s beating for the other deckhands’ bullying, bruises for bedbug bites, her misery in her husband’s house for being constantly on the run, her fear of being battered by him for fear of being caught pretending to be a man, his contempt for a universal one. In her dreams she dreamt about the considerable comfort and wealth of their home, of her being acknowledged socially, of having her place in the neighbourhood, in the world; she even craved his punches.

But then, on that day, at that very moment, seeing his tightened fist, raised above, ready to strike, it was her instinct of self-preservation, and also that rebellious streak, all those years of nurture and seventeen months of marriage hadn’t rid her of, that propelled her to grab a knife and sink it in her husband’s belly.

She shuddered, she still could feel the faint shadow of that disturbingly pleasant sensation; with the second and third stabs she’d felt no more fear but exhilaration instead.

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Will colluding with pirates pay off?​


II​

‘Idir! Get a move on! We’re ready to receive the cargo, come on, move your ass!’ shouted the captain. And the look he gave her sent chill run down her spine. Did her blue eyes and fair complexion betray her? Or is the captain so desperate for warmth, for physical closeness? His attitude to her for the past few weeks, the mixture of fondness and cruelty worried her to the point that she’d resolved to run off the ship taking advantage of the commotion the loading of the important cargo everybody was going on about would surely cause. She’s been pushing her luck for too long.

The boat stopped rapidly, they didn’t sail into the bay as she’d expected. Instead a small boat appeared from the distance, a few men inside. Two of them were rowing the vessel slowly towards captain Uluç’s galley. ‘Christians!’ she realised as they got closer; it dawned on her they were not going to disembark and collect any goods to be smuggled; the cargo was just approaching them.

She could make out two silhouettes of richly dressed men who clearly stood out from the rest. Hardly could she tear her eyes off the younger one. About her age, a cape swinging from his shoulders, a thin silver sword at his side, he was the most breathtakingly handsome man she’d ever seen. The older one had something weary about him, his rounded shoulders contrasted with his haughty bearing, as if the latter was just an act, a tiring one. She’d been so interested in these two that someone had to push her to make her go about lowering the ropes, lifting the packages and carrying them to the specially prepared cabin.

While she was picking up one of the bags, the young man, now onboard, shouted something to her. She’d picked some Italian but she was so dumbstruck under his gaze, her mind went blank. ‘What’s your name, boy?’ the man said slowly and somehow menacingly. She felt herself freeze. She wanted to hold him, she wanted him to look at her and see her, as she truly was; not an urchin lad with a dirty face, but a young woman. ‘Idir,’ she answered, ‘my name is Idir.’ ‘Careful. Fragile,’ the man said, pointing at the bag; his glance flickered indifferently past her to look for the captain.

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Tremble the enemies! Pirates are our allies!​


III​

‘Idir, you good-for-nothing, help me with this! It’s damn heavy!’ shouted Tariq. She rushed to help him. Tariq was the oldest man on the boat and, his position amongst other pirates asserted, he didn’t bully her that much; he didn’t need to. He even seemed to have a soft spot for her as if his suppressed paternal affections had surfaced and found their outlet.
‘Tariq, who are these men?’ she asked. ‘The older one’s talking to the captain as if they knew each other.’
‘So you’ve noticed? Curious, huh? It’s not the first time we’ve had him aboard.’
‘Oh? And Tariq, they look so unreal, like, like… angels.’
‘Angels, huh. See that triangular thingies on their capes? The red and white ones.’
‘You mean the white cross against the red and the red bar in the upper part of the white background?’
‘Yes. These are the symbols of their realms. Up north they’re like beys. The fact is, you know, this one job could make Uluç rich enough to lie in his hammock and indulge his gluttonous appetite for a year. But he’s determined to keep on profiting from this war…’
‘Why are Christian beys travelling on a pirate galley? Don’t they have their own ships?’
‘Oh, Idir, where have you been for the past six years, you twit? There’s been this war going on between these two and another more powerful Christian ruler; his fleet controls the whole western part of the Sea. No worry though, Uluç’s sly and smart, he won’t get caught.’
‘And why does the older man look so miserable?’
‘So many questions you have you little scamp! But I’ll tell you what I know. I hear, the only port of his realm has been besieged, again, for months now. I believe he’s going to join his troops and try to lift the siege. A feat he, despite being a great warrior, had failed on a few occasions before. So no wonder he’s distressed.’

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The defeats that haunted Filiberto I​


IV​

‘Idir! Here!’ it was the captain this time. ‘You’ll attend to our guests’ needs. I’ve already told them but you never know with Christians if they got it right, right? Make sure none of them leaves the cabin until I let them. I don’t want to see them on deck. Understood?’
‘Yes, Sir!’

They acted as if she wasn’t there. She felt weird sitting and watching them. And she also felt overwhelmingly happy, for the first time in many years, as she could feast her eyes on the beauty of the young man. And, barely controlling her desires, she made the most of this opportunity.

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'Can't Take My Eyes Off You'​


Plain outside Nice, 21 January 1476​

V​

‘Idir’s found him,’ said Amadeo, Margrave of Montferrat to Phillip, Count of Geneva, pointing at the unconscious body stretched on the litter. ‘We’d been scouring the battlefield for hours when he finally spotted him. He was lying under his horse, half-crushed.’ ‘Physician!’ yelled Phillip, kneeling down next to his brother’s unconscious body. There he joined the unassuming figure of the Berber boy.

The motionless body she was bending over was covered with clotted blood and caked mud. The left leg was clearly disfigured, undoubtedly broken. She kept still. The heavy wheezing of the wounded man and the buzzing of fat flies in turns broke the silence. She couldn’t take her eyes off the wounds. She’d seen such ones before. She knew the dirt had got too deep, it had soiled the blood. She leant down and sniffed. She recognised the stench too. ‘He won’t make it,’ she realised. ‘Good Duke Filiberto won’t make it. Allah have mercy on his soul.’

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The ominous yet victorious battle​

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The death of Duke Filiberto I and it's immediate aftermath​

***​


Story-wise Filiberto (duke from 1469-1476) is the second son of Lodovico I, thus he is/was the equivalent of Lodovico, count of Geneve (the first son in-game Victorio Amadeo, in real life Amadeo died – for the sake of the aar – childless.) Phillip of Geneve is real-life Phillip Sans Terre. Filiberto didn't die in battle, so no stab hit.

In 1470 Enric I of Aragon (predictably) dowed Navarre (prompting in this way the game equivalent of wars against John II) – by the way to all those who say there are too many rebels, just read on these wars, I have problems understanding all the rebel factions, pretenders and I am surprised Aragon didn’t fall apart. I was expecting the war and I was ready. I could side with Aragon, my ally, but my plan was different. At that time I had 5k troops in Sardinia (hinted in the previous update) and I’d done the maths: Aragon had 6 cogs, Naples 3. I don’t believe in AI naval operational cooperation so I decided 5k on Sardinia + mercenaries would have to do. Remember, with 1cog + 1 galley against mighty Aragonese fleet these 5k men will be cut off the other theatres of war for the rest of the conflict. Aragon sent its main army to Navarre, the mighty stronghold in 1476 (six years into war!) is still resisting the invaders! Shame, I have no means to help them out. I’d taken engineer corps as my first NI, it paid off: the siege of Sardinia was brief, I managed to take control of it before the incessant attacks from the Aragonese started. They attacked with at most 5k men, so I always had an advantage. A few battles were really close but I didn’t have to reload even once.

Naples sent its army to besiege Nice, Aragon helped them at times, I had to enlarge my ‘continental’ army to 3k and three times I used the gamey trick of ‘teleporting’ (well, the post explains it was pirates’ help in fact;)) my king (although I needed him much more on Sardinia) to lift the sieges of Nice. If I’m not mistaken there were like 8 or 9 attempts at sieging the town (more on it in the next update). Obviously my intention is to wait it out until I get Sardinia through occupation (it’s impossible to take it in a peace settlement). To avoid any internal trouble I hadn’t taxed my people. I am determined to win the war without taking loans either; which is tough due to many negative events + somewhere in 1470s I lost my last merchant in Venice, not that he made much profit with the full Aragonese blockade and privateers.

Internationally, things turned interesting too. France reduced Brittany to a opm got French lands from Burgundy and dowed Milan (I like it!), which once more stopped Austria short from conquering the Balkans (Austria had declared its second! war on Montenegro a while back – my pet hate). Denmark obviously lost its war, there are English not only on Orkeys but in Jylland as well! Poland ignores the Baltic, is diplomatically active in the Balkans instead: alliances with Serbia, Wallachia and Bosnia. Rome recently fell to Siena! (This will have far-reaching consequences). Muscovy is already Russia, allied with Sweden at that. OE is in war with the Mameluks again.

MMP stuff: either I’m dirt poor (more likely) or there’s been a change to ‘Strategic pact’ event (ubik somewhere said that no); it was a shock to see 7d when in my Navarre game I got around 100d from it. Pirates offering help was a nice surprise though, I hadn’t seen this event before.

Let’s have a new tradition: quizzes :)
The previous one is pending (though now it's easy to guess, i think), and here comes the new one:
Quiz: What’s going to happen to the girl who keeps saying, ‘My name is Idir.’?