Hi, everyone. I'm a long time lurker, first time poster (ooh, a LTLFTP!). After spending probably far too long reading here, I thought I should contribute something... so, here it is, the story of my first game as Russia, my first game under the 1.8 patch, and my first game using the ACGEEP campaign... Don't expect anything great to come out of this...
I'm playing Russia mainly because they're the only major power I haven't played. I'm playing as Muskowy to start with, not brave enough to try another Russian minor. My short term goal is survival, my long term goal is... survive longer. Maybe once I've played a bit longer I'll work out something better...
Difficulty is Normal/Normal. Expect actual history to be largely ignored; I'm not very familar with Russian history, so don't expect my portrayal of the various historical characters to resemble themselves to any meaningful degree...
Anyway, without further delay; here it is, the start of my AAR:
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A Winter's Tale - Russia, 1419 AD
By 4th of Eleven
“To the Khan of the so-called ‘Golden Horde’, I bring you greetings in the name of the Russian peoples.
We cannot, and will not any longer recognise your authority over our lands; we will no longer cede sovereignty to a barbarian ruler of infidels, nor shall we pay tribute to your court. We thus inform you that henceforth, the peoples of Muscowy, Tver, and Ryazan are no longer vassals of the Mongols, but independent and Christian states.
Signed Duke Vasily I of Muscowy, Duke Ivan I of Tver and Duke Fedor III of Ryazan.”
Vasily smiled as the last of the dukes signed the letter with a flourish.
“You’re sure the Khan will not respond militarily?” Duke Ivan asked.
“I doubt it.” Vasily laughed. “The Khanate is not what it once was – the greatest threat from the east is from rebels spilling out of the Horde’s territories, not from the Khan’s armies – they’re too busy putting down revolts… no, the Horde will do nothing to stop us; they have closer problems to deal with… The future of the Russian people belongs to us – the time of the Mongol is over.
Come, gentlemen! Let us celebrate the first step in the creation of the Russian nation!”
* * *
It had been six months since the Russian states had ceased tribute payments to the Golden Horde, and still no response had come from the Khan. Rumour had it that a recent coup attempt had forced Ulugh Muhammad to flee the capital, and much of the Horde was embroiled in civil war. The situation suited the Russian dukes and nobles, many of who were calling upon Vasily to take advantage of the situation, and liberate the Russian cities still under direct Mongol control.
In Moscow, the mood was one of celebration, as Prince Theodore, second son of the Byzantine Emperor, arrived to marry Vasily’s youngest daughter, Alexandra.
As the Metropolitan of Moscow placed the flowered crowns on the happy couple, blessing each of them, Vasily found it difficult to stop from grinning like an idiot with delight. With the Mongols consumed by civil war, and his own daughter now part of the Emperor’s family, Russia’s growing power seemed clear.
“Congratulations.” He laughed, embracing Theodore once the wedding ceremony had ended. “Welcome to the family!”
“Thank you.” The Byzantine prince nodded. “It’s good to be here, with Alexandra-“
”Yes, my lovely daughter!” Vasily nodded, his booming voice filling the room. “I could not think of a better husband for her than a son of the Emperor! How is his highness? How is Constantinople?”
”He… he is well.” Theodore began, slightly overcome by the Russian duke’s enthusiasm. He was still trying to get his breath back from the bear-like embrace he’d been caught in. “When I left, he was planning a new campaign against the Ghazi kingdoms of Anatolia – God wiling, we may once more gain a foothold on Turkey-“
”Excellent!” Vasily said. “It is good to hear that the armies of the Empire still have teeth, yes? All is not yet lost; together, Constantinople and Russia will drive back the Moslem – we’ll deal with the Mongols, if you deal with the Turk, yes? Haha, that would be glorious, yes?”
”Ahh… yes.” Theodore nodded. “It is my dream to see the true faith once again-“
”Now, let me introduce you to some people!” Vasily boomed, cutting Theodore off. “This is General Patrikeev, commander of our armies!”
”A pleasure to meet you-“ Theodore began, extending a hand, before Vasily dragged him off to meet someone else. General Patrikeev smiled at the look of confusion on the Byzantine’s face.
“And this is my firstborn son, Vasily – Vasily II, someday Duke of Muscowy!” Vasily said. “And because you have married my daughter, you are now brothers! Haha!”
”A pleasure-“ Theodore began again, before Vasily interrupted, waving to someone across the room.
“My old friend! Duke Fedor!” He shouted. “Good to see you here!”
Turning back to the Byzantine prince, he spoke. “Excuse me a moment – I must greet my old friend, Fedor of Ryazan – excuse me a moment; I’ll be right back!”
“Don’t mind him.” The younger Vasily smiled, once his father had left. “He gets rather… excitable when he’s happy. Welcome to Moscow.”
”It’s… it’s nice to finally be here.” Theodore nodded. “Is… is he always like this?”
”Not always – but often.” The younger Vasily nodded. “If I were you, I’d sneak off now – I doubt my father will notice you’re gone for some time.”
“Thank you.” Theodore nodded. “I will… your father hasn’t given me time to see Alexandria since the ceremony – it would be nice to spend the evening with her-“
”Rather than with my father?” Vasily laughed, before turning serious. “You are my little sister’s husband now – but I am still her brother. When we were younger I always ensured her safety, and even now, I will protect her if I have to.”
”I understand.” Theodore said. “Do not worry for your sister – I could no more harm Alexandra than I could harm myself.”
”That is good.” Vasily nodded. “She has said you are an honourable man, Theodore, and that she loves you – but I do not know you… and I worry for her.”
”I understand.” Theodore nodded. “You are her brother… If you will excuse me, I think I will make my departure now, though – it seems your father is heading back over here…”
”Yes, I’d suggest you leave quickly.” Vasily laughed. “Good day, Prince Theodore.”
”And a good day to you also, Vasily of Muscowy…”
”My lord.” A messenger, clad in the uniform of the Pskov court, tapped Duke Vasily on the shoulder. “I hate to interrupt-“
”Ah, does the Prince of Pskov wish to send his congratulations?” Vasily asked. “Come, take a drink, and celebrate with me my daughter’s marriage-“
”No sir…” The messenger said. “I bring news of a more urgent matter. The Grandmaster of the Livonian Knights has issued a declaration of war against Prince Simeon of Novgorod – they and their allies in the Teutonic Order are already marching on Ingermanland!”
”Damnation.” Vasily cursed. “What will your Prince do?”
”To date, the Livonians have not entered Pskov territory.” The messenger said. “My master will not act against them until they do.”
”Good… good.” Vasily nodded. “I do not like to see Catholic knights marching through Russian soil – but I do not wish to see Pskovian lives lost in the defence of Novgorod… Those merchant princes had it coming, I don’t mind telling you that.
Inform your master that I wish to meet with him personally to discuss the situation in a month’s time, assuming the conflict is still ongoing. For now, I would prefer it if Pskov remains neutral.”
”Yes sir.” The messenger nodded. “I shall return at once-“
”No, stay a night!” Vasily laughed, returned to good spirits. “If the Prince of our good ally Pskov could not be here to celebrate my daughter’s wedding to a prince of Constantinople, at least his emissary should enjoy the celebration! Drink, eat, rest! We can worry about the Livonians tomorrow!”
NEXT: The council of war and the fate of Novgorod!
I'm playing Russia mainly because they're the only major power I haven't played. I'm playing as Muskowy to start with, not brave enough to try another Russian minor. My short term goal is survival, my long term goal is... survive longer. Maybe once I've played a bit longer I'll work out something better...
Difficulty is Normal/Normal. Expect actual history to be largely ignored; I'm not very familar with Russian history, so don't expect my portrayal of the various historical characters to resemble themselves to any meaningful degree...
Anyway, without further delay; here it is, the start of my AAR:
* * *
A Winter's Tale - Russia, 1419 AD
By 4th of Eleven
“To the Khan of the so-called ‘Golden Horde’, I bring you greetings in the name of the Russian peoples.
We cannot, and will not any longer recognise your authority over our lands; we will no longer cede sovereignty to a barbarian ruler of infidels, nor shall we pay tribute to your court. We thus inform you that henceforth, the peoples of Muscowy, Tver, and Ryazan are no longer vassals of the Mongols, but independent and Christian states.
Signed Duke Vasily I of Muscowy, Duke Ivan I of Tver and Duke Fedor III of Ryazan.”
Vasily smiled as the last of the dukes signed the letter with a flourish.
“You’re sure the Khan will not respond militarily?” Duke Ivan asked.
“I doubt it.” Vasily laughed. “The Khanate is not what it once was – the greatest threat from the east is from rebels spilling out of the Horde’s territories, not from the Khan’s armies – they’re too busy putting down revolts… no, the Horde will do nothing to stop us; they have closer problems to deal with… The future of the Russian people belongs to us – the time of the Mongol is over.
Come, gentlemen! Let us celebrate the first step in the creation of the Russian nation!”
* * *
It had been six months since the Russian states had ceased tribute payments to the Golden Horde, and still no response had come from the Khan. Rumour had it that a recent coup attempt had forced Ulugh Muhammad to flee the capital, and much of the Horde was embroiled in civil war. The situation suited the Russian dukes and nobles, many of who were calling upon Vasily to take advantage of the situation, and liberate the Russian cities still under direct Mongol control.
In Moscow, the mood was one of celebration, as Prince Theodore, second son of the Byzantine Emperor, arrived to marry Vasily’s youngest daughter, Alexandra.
As the Metropolitan of Moscow placed the flowered crowns on the happy couple, blessing each of them, Vasily found it difficult to stop from grinning like an idiot with delight. With the Mongols consumed by civil war, and his own daughter now part of the Emperor’s family, Russia’s growing power seemed clear.
“Congratulations.” He laughed, embracing Theodore once the wedding ceremony had ended. “Welcome to the family!”
“Thank you.” The Byzantine prince nodded. “It’s good to be here, with Alexandra-“
”Yes, my lovely daughter!” Vasily nodded, his booming voice filling the room. “I could not think of a better husband for her than a son of the Emperor! How is his highness? How is Constantinople?”
”He… he is well.” Theodore began, slightly overcome by the Russian duke’s enthusiasm. He was still trying to get his breath back from the bear-like embrace he’d been caught in. “When I left, he was planning a new campaign against the Ghazi kingdoms of Anatolia – God wiling, we may once more gain a foothold on Turkey-“
”Excellent!” Vasily said. “It is good to hear that the armies of the Empire still have teeth, yes? All is not yet lost; together, Constantinople and Russia will drive back the Moslem – we’ll deal with the Mongols, if you deal with the Turk, yes? Haha, that would be glorious, yes?”
”Ahh… yes.” Theodore nodded. “It is my dream to see the true faith once again-“
”Now, let me introduce you to some people!” Vasily boomed, cutting Theodore off. “This is General Patrikeev, commander of our armies!”
”A pleasure to meet you-“ Theodore began, extending a hand, before Vasily dragged him off to meet someone else. General Patrikeev smiled at the look of confusion on the Byzantine’s face.
“And this is my firstborn son, Vasily – Vasily II, someday Duke of Muscowy!” Vasily said. “And because you have married my daughter, you are now brothers! Haha!”
”A pleasure-“ Theodore began again, before Vasily interrupted, waving to someone across the room.
“My old friend! Duke Fedor!” He shouted. “Good to see you here!”
Turning back to the Byzantine prince, he spoke. “Excuse me a moment – I must greet my old friend, Fedor of Ryazan – excuse me a moment; I’ll be right back!”
“Don’t mind him.” The younger Vasily smiled, once his father had left. “He gets rather… excitable when he’s happy. Welcome to Moscow.”
”It’s… it’s nice to finally be here.” Theodore nodded. “Is… is he always like this?”
”Not always – but often.” The younger Vasily nodded. “If I were you, I’d sneak off now – I doubt my father will notice you’re gone for some time.”
“Thank you.” Theodore nodded. “I will… your father hasn’t given me time to see Alexandria since the ceremony – it would be nice to spend the evening with her-“
”Rather than with my father?” Vasily laughed, before turning serious. “You are my little sister’s husband now – but I am still her brother. When we were younger I always ensured her safety, and even now, I will protect her if I have to.”
”I understand.” Theodore said. “Do not worry for your sister – I could no more harm Alexandra than I could harm myself.”
”That is good.” Vasily nodded. “She has said you are an honourable man, Theodore, and that she loves you – but I do not know you… and I worry for her.”
”I understand.” Theodore nodded. “You are her brother… If you will excuse me, I think I will make my departure now, though – it seems your father is heading back over here…”
”Yes, I’d suggest you leave quickly.” Vasily laughed. “Good day, Prince Theodore.”
”And a good day to you also, Vasily of Muscowy…”
”My lord.” A messenger, clad in the uniform of the Pskov court, tapped Duke Vasily on the shoulder. “I hate to interrupt-“
”Ah, does the Prince of Pskov wish to send his congratulations?” Vasily asked. “Come, take a drink, and celebrate with me my daughter’s marriage-“
”No sir…” The messenger said. “I bring news of a more urgent matter. The Grandmaster of the Livonian Knights has issued a declaration of war against Prince Simeon of Novgorod – they and their allies in the Teutonic Order are already marching on Ingermanland!”
”Damnation.” Vasily cursed. “What will your Prince do?”
”To date, the Livonians have not entered Pskov territory.” The messenger said. “My master will not act against them until they do.”
”Good… good.” Vasily nodded. “I do not like to see Catholic knights marching through Russian soil – but I do not wish to see Pskovian lives lost in the defence of Novgorod… Those merchant princes had it coming, I don’t mind telling you that.
Inform your master that I wish to meet with him personally to discuss the situation in a month’s time, assuming the conflict is still ongoing. For now, I would prefer it if Pskov remains neutral.”
”Yes sir.” The messenger nodded. “I shall return at once-“
”No, stay a night!” Vasily laughed, returned to good spirits. “If the Prince of our good ally Pskov could not be here to celebrate my daughter’s wedding to a prince of Constantinople, at least his emissary should enjoy the celebration! Drink, eat, rest! We can worry about the Livonians tomorrow!”
NEXT: The council of war and the fate of Novgorod!