(No, no-one actualy died. That's just the title.)
This will be my first AAR, if you want to call it that anyways. Most of the story will be based on characters, much like some of Lord Durham's AAR's. (I'm new, so try to keep the profanity to a minimum in the much deserved criticism.)
The AAR will be based on a character who will take control over a nation (Brandenburg) almost by chance. I realize that the chance of a Monarchy giving control to someone not in the royal family is fairly low, but it makes for a good story.
I will be hand-crafting events based on the story, so my stability will be going straight down when the main character takes control. (I'm not a cheater. If the Margrave dies without an heir, the stability goes to hell!) I'll be listing the actualy effects of the events as they happen.
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Chapter 1: Introduction
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July 25th, 1421
"He hasn't been the same since Lilian died."
Volker von Diersburg, a tall and usually intimidating man, sits on the ground leaning against the grave of his late wife, crying. One of his servants waits by the carrige talking to a friend who passed by as the rain pours down upon them.
"I see what you mean. How long has he been here anyways?"
The servant sighs, stating, "We came here around six this morning."
"Six!" shouts the man in disbelief.
"Yes, six. He woke up around five and said that he wanted to go to her grave again."
"One year and his grief has yet to end," the man sighs. The two men stare at the once proud man for a while before the servant walks up to him and says that they should be going. After much hesitation and some outloud goodbyes to the tombstone, Volker manages to stand up and lurch his way to the carrige. The servant says goodbye to his friend and starts the carrige on the short journey back to the von Diersburg estate.
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January 9th, 1423
Volker is once again at the grave of his wife. The same servant is speaking with the same friend as almost two years ago.
"It would seem that time can not heal all wounds after all," observes the friend.
The servant has an irritated look on his face. "Don't you think he's taking this a little badly?" he asks. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone take a death like this before."
"I suppose so..."
"Someone should talk to him or something. All he ever does is think about her. She's been dead for almost three years now!"
"Why don't you?" asks the friend. "You've been with him for quite some time now."
"Me? But I'm... I..." The servant stammers for a few seconds before getting a resolute look on his face. "Yes, someone has to do it!"
As the servant walks up to Volker, the friend walks away, obviousaly fearing what Volker's response will be.
"Sir?"
"What is it Stefan?" asks Volker, still looking down at the grave.
The servant delays, trying to think of words that don't sound too harsh, before resuming, "Sir... don't you think that... well... you're taking this a bit... hard?"
The noble lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah... I know..."
Stefan just looks down for a moment. He is obviousaly unsure of how to respond.
"What should I do?" asks Volker to end the awkward moment. "I know that I'll never be able to forget her..."
"Perhaps you could do something for her," responds Stefan, "in her memory, I mean."
Volker sits there thinking for a moment. The servant stands awkardly before Volker finaly stands up, the first time he has done so without Stefan asking him to since Lilian died. "You're right," states the once again noble man. "Let's go."
"Yes sir!" says the servant, relieved to have his old master back.
As he walks to the carrige, Volker turns back to the grave, stating, "I live on only for you, Lilian." With a tear in his eye he turns toward the carrige.
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Next Chapter: Civil War
This will be my first AAR, if you want to call it that anyways. Most of the story will be based on characters, much like some of Lord Durham's AAR's. (I'm new, so try to keep the profanity to a minimum in the much deserved criticism.)
The AAR will be based on a character who will take control over a nation (Brandenburg) almost by chance. I realize that the chance of a Monarchy giving control to someone not in the royal family is fairly low, but it makes for a good story.
I will be hand-crafting events based on the story, so my stability will be going straight down when the main character takes control. (I'm not a cheater. If the Margrave dies without an heir, the stability goes to hell!) I'll be listing the actualy effects of the events as they happen.
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Chapter 1: Introduction
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July 25th, 1421
"He hasn't been the same since Lilian died."
Volker von Diersburg, a tall and usually intimidating man, sits on the ground leaning against the grave of his late wife, crying. One of his servants waits by the carrige talking to a friend who passed by as the rain pours down upon them.
"I see what you mean. How long has he been here anyways?"
The servant sighs, stating, "We came here around six this morning."
"Six!" shouts the man in disbelief.
"Yes, six. He woke up around five and said that he wanted to go to her grave again."
"One year and his grief has yet to end," the man sighs. The two men stare at the once proud man for a while before the servant walks up to him and says that they should be going. After much hesitation and some outloud goodbyes to the tombstone, Volker manages to stand up and lurch his way to the carrige. The servant says goodbye to his friend and starts the carrige on the short journey back to the von Diersburg estate.
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January 9th, 1423
Volker is once again at the grave of his wife. The same servant is speaking with the same friend as almost two years ago.
"It would seem that time can not heal all wounds after all," observes the friend.
The servant has an irritated look on his face. "Don't you think he's taking this a little badly?" he asks. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone take a death like this before."
"I suppose so..."
"Someone should talk to him or something. All he ever does is think about her. She's been dead for almost three years now!"
"Why don't you?" asks the friend. "You've been with him for quite some time now."
"Me? But I'm... I..." The servant stammers for a few seconds before getting a resolute look on his face. "Yes, someone has to do it!"
As the servant walks up to Volker, the friend walks away, obviousaly fearing what Volker's response will be.
"Sir?"
"What is it Stefan?" asks Volker, still looking down at the grave.
The servant delays, trying to think of words that don't sound too harsh, before resuming, "Sir... don't you think that... well... you're taking this a bit... hard?"
The noble lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah... I know..."
Stefan just looks down for a moment. He is obviousaly unsure of how to respond.
"What should I do?" asks Volker to end the awkward moment. "I know that I'll never be able to forget her..."
"Perhaps you could do something for her," responds Stefan, "in her memory, I mean."
Volker sits there thinking for a moment. The servant stands awkardly before Volker finaly stands up, the first time he has done so without Stefan asking him to since Lilian died. "You're right," states the once again noble man. "Let's go."
"Yes sir!" says the servant, relieved to have his old master back.
As he walks to the carrige, Volker turns back to the grave, stating, "I live on only for you, Lilian." With a tear in his eye he turns toward the carrige.
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Next Chapter: Civil War