Now that I have a fairly stable version of LI up and running (v0.6k5, for Horse Lords 2.4.4) I decided to reboot this again.
Chapter 1
A Dream from Arriniti?
I called a meeting of the Royal Council of Isauria in Ikonion Castle. "Gentlemen, last night I had a dream. A lady, limned by a blinding light, appeared to me. She showed me ruins in a mountain valley, and commanded me to rebuild... I don't know, Hatshade? Catshop? I can't quite seem to remember that part."
High Priest Sabas of the Priesthood of Arriniti, my Court Chaplain, spoke up. "Sire, might that have been Chattousa?"
"Yes, yes, that was it! Chattousa, of course!"
Theophanes, my Protostrator who had risen up through the ranks to head the Isaurian military, looked perplexed. "Sire, Your Grace, I am but a simple man. What and where is this... Chattousa, and what meaning does it have?"
Sabas took the question without hesitation. "As is written in our sacred histories, before we of the Luwian faith were driven from our homeland into Isauria, we ruled a vast empire which treated with the Pharaohs of Egypt as equals. The capital of that empire was at Chattousa. If you should ever make the pilgrimage to the capital of the neighboring kingdom of Galatia, the ruins are even to this day visible, though some say that those are but the remains of Emperor Leo III's attempt to revive the city."
"Well, then, I guess we'll just have to get the place from the Galatians. Surely they have no interest in a bunch of dusty ruins?"
Apppolonios, Archon of the nearby city of Gaspadale, who served as my Magistros and headed our foreign service, rose and pounded on the table. "Theophanes, you fool, that is the site of their capital. The Galatians are a proud and warlike people, and would not surrender it lightly. And we do not have the resources to take it from them, when we scarce have enough manpower to repel their attacks, even with the aid of the Isaurian Guard and the Consorts of Arinniti."
"Well, it shouldn't be that hard to get the resources, right?"
Euphemios, my Sakellarios, in charge of the treasury, stood up and shook the shief of figure filled papers he was rarely seen without. "Sire, we have scarce recovered from the last war with the Galatians, in which, might I remind you, we only avoided losing because their king died, and they all went back to squabbling amongst themselves. We are years away from being able to afford another serious war with the Galatians. And there are also Pergamon, Kilikia and Nicaea to worry about, and the Basileia Rhomaion, though much reduced of late, is not toothless."
"In that case, I suggest we get to work. Appolonius, go to Phrygia and attempt to sway Strategos Niphon in my favor. As greatest of my vassals and most skilled of my commanders, his support will be crucial in the coming years. Your Grace, go with him and try to sway the people to the Luwian faith. Euphemios, make sure to get as many taxes collected as possible. Theophanes, keep the army well trained."
Dismissing the council. I left the room.
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Adrianos, Mystikos and in charge of the despotate's spy network, turned to Sabas as the king left. "You don't think he's serious about having a dream from the Goddess, do you?"
"The man has always seemed content with just Isauria, and married a Tarhuntite. This seems out of character for him. Perhaps... perhaps it was a dream from Arinniti herself."
Isauria and the surrounding states
Leon XII, Despot of Isauria
His council and commanders
Leon earns an achievement, which will be recorded in his dynasty's Chronicle