CK2 Solo
Rules -
Start Date 767
Count Wededem Solomonid of Assab
Options changed from Default - Aztecs/Turks/Mongols set to random
Supernatural set to unrestricted
Interfaith marriages open
Invite to Court set to unrestricted
Theocracies/Republics/Vassals unlimited.
Release prisoners after punishment off
(Iron man is unfortunately off as a consequence, but I will be playing by strict only reloading crashed autosaves - which have so far happened once, unfortunately RUINING one of my quest lines… you’ll see)
Goal? - Survive, to maintain the sanctity of Aksum.
Format of AAR - whatever the hell I feel like, whenever I feel like it.
Additionally - I planned to keep track of the Coptic Popes as well, but a plague of anti-coptic pope diseases hit Alexandria... and 11 Popes died during my first ruler's reign... keeping track of them all would just be boring. Maybe? You tell me, I can do a Special Coptic Pope edition.
From a half-torn script, discovered in the ancient city of Assab.
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stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus
- roughly translated to----
I leave this manuscript, I do not know for whom; I no longer know what it is about
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I look to the future, and I wonder… what fates await me and my family. As I write this, I sit in my private study, awaiting the beckons of my closest advisor, my last true ally, Bintou. Those that still remain warn me of her, they say what she offers is impossible, that the odds are against me. All the others have fallen. My son, Wedem, my father, Dedem, my Uncles Azyur and Oda, My best friends Steward Jima and Marshal Oromo, my lover Abrihet and my wife Anthousa. All have passed. Perhaps that's why I stand where I do now, in front of the door between life and death. I scream into the void, Never Tell Me the Odds!
But let us not dwell on such unhappy thoughts, instead let us start where all such things do. In the beginning.
My name is Wededem Solomonid, and I was a Count. I’ve known for quite some time that this was my future, ever since my father took me aside on one of his many hunts and said to me “Son, in front of us are my brothers. One is a Duke, and one is a King, neither are your friends but they require your dedication. Yet our future is of our own making, and I say to you what my father once said to me. Be loyal to your family, be faithful to your spirit, defend your beliefs with your life and never be afraid of the unknown. It is simply yet to be conquered.”
Life is not easy for a Solomonid. Surrounded on all sides by apostasy, heresy, and devils we must strive merely to survive. Yet survive we must, for we are the true sons of God, and it is our mission to protect that which must be kept hidden. No one shall see the divine if they are not blessed, that is what we were taught. It’s what I still believe, though I harbor doubts if I am truly blessed. Who could be with what I’ve seen?
Traits: Wroth, Cruel, Gregarious, Brave, Misguided Warrior.
Son of Prince Dedem Solomonid(Red), Count of Asayita, in 741, nephew to Prince Ayzur Solomonid(Blue), Duke of Wag, and nephew to King Oda Gosh (Yellow) of Abyssinia. Father of Wedem Asfare Solomonid.
Heir to the County of Assab
769 Anno Domini -
Enemies. Everywhere. Eyeing us hungrily. To the north, the Abbassid Empire, the Arwadid and Azd Umanid emirates, to the east the Emirs of Harer and Berber, to the west various Nubian and Ethiopian self-styled kings and rulers. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Idolaters and Heretics. They all want what we have, none shall attain it. Given by God, entrusted by Heaven, we stand vigilant for eternity.
The distant kingdoms of Christendom believe they are the inheritors of the Word, but they See little. Purgatory aches with anticipation. Yet they can be used, if we are careful. We care not about expanding our faith, merely preserving it. We seek not conquest, but security. I was reassured in these regards by the faith of King Oda, who wisely decided to make me the Marshal of Abyssinia.
In is in this vein that I reached out to the pompous fool on the Byzantine throne and sought the hand of his daughter despite my relatively low status as a Count. As a Solomonid our dynasty brings a certain prestige and legitimacy, the Basileus needed this, as his empire had recently gone through a rough period of turmoil and religious dissent after the Council of Hieria when he foolishly banned the worship of images or even the depictions of Saints, Jesus, or our Lord in Churches or other locations.
If I knew then how precipitous my relationship with the Byzantines would be, I may never have married my lovely wife the then betrothed Princess Anthousa Isauros. Ah… regrets.
Yet this was a heedy time for my small county, we were inundated with travelers along the red sea, including two notable individuals, my first Court Physician and later friend Bekele
And the ravenous enchantress that became the true love of my live, Abrihet. We met in passing, she was just a thin slip of a girl… perhaps it is because my Betrothed was still on her journey from Constantinople… perhaps I am just weak… but when she flashed me that smile, part taunt, part tease, part promise… I knew I had to have her.
Yet peace and love were to be in short supply, for in the horizon there lay horror. The first indication of which was my son Wedem's sickness, and not only that but my friend and physician Bekele treated him without my consent! A treatment that failed and led to my son becoming ever more infirm!
After delivering even further woe came messengers from my King, and shortly thereafter the neighboring realm of Harer.
The self-styled King of Semien decided that serving beneath a greater king was beneath him when our liege Oda Gosh generously offered him his protection. I said madness, Uncle Oda said war. Perhaps emboldened by the hope that Semien would occupy Oda’s forces the nearby capricious ruler of Harer launched an unprovoked assault, with the desire to occupy all territory in the de jure duchy of Afar. The fools underestimated us, as if my father and I would allow our territory to be taken by such an crass attack. We would unite, and drive the Emir from our lands ourselves!
My father however failed to respond to my call to arms, in fact… he said I had no official right to call upon him at all! Despite being the Marshal… my very own father refused my summons! Instead he listened to his closest advisors who claimed that even together we would only be able to raise at most 500 troops in the field, to the enemies almost one thousand. He remained behind his walls where his palace and city guards along side his army granted him a sizable garrison.
However, I never was quite fond of my father, that is until he passed many years later and I understood that his wisdom would be something I greatly missed. Yet at the moment I was incensed and invigorated. War was something to be aggressively pursued, not left to knock upon your door as it wishes. As I was debating what course to take, the Arwadid Emirs in the north consolidated their grasp on the Arabian peninsula and joined the war against us. With nearly a thousand more troops beginning to ferry from across the channel time was running out.
Thusly only a decisive offense would work for me. Push the Emir off balance until my liege could finish off the forces of Semien and come to my rescue. I raised what troops I could spare, around nearly two hundred and thirty of my finest men and we attacked. While forces from Harer besieged and looted my very home, I took the Emirs offer of war and brought it to his lands.
Tales of hope! With the Emir rapidly losing control of his ancestral homelands, my forces were emboldened by news of victory from the King, Semien has been freed from the brutal tyranny of it’s Petty-lord. Armies of Abyssinia were on their way to the East to join us on our assault. Let the combined Harer/Arwadid forces sit in the ruins of my castle and home. They would find no glory to be found there, as other independent Miaphysite rulers came to our defense. Our combined union quickly taught Harer that the best shield is indeed a great blow delivered by the justice of God.
The Emir would shortly thereafter sue for peace, which our King granted in his compassionate benevolence.
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The account trails off illegibly from here, and with torn segments...
Rules -
Start Date 767
Count Wededem Solomonid of Assab
Options changed from Default - Aztecs/Turks/Mongols set to random
Supernatural set to unrestricted
Interfaith marriages open
Invite to Court set to unrestricted
Theocracies/Republics/Vassals unlimited.
Release prisoners after punishment off
(Iron man is unfortunately off as a consequence, but I will be playing by strict only reloading crashed autosaves - which have so far happened once, unfortunately RUINING one of my quest lines… you’ll see)
Goal? - Survive, to maintain the sanctity of Aksum.
Format of AAR - whatever the hell I feel like, whenever I feel like it.
Additionally - I planned to keep track of the Coptic Popes as well, but a plague of anti-coptic pope diseases hit Alexandria... and 11 Popes died during my first ruler's reign... keeping track of them all would just be boring. Maybe? You tell me, I can do a Special Coptic Pope edition.
From a half-torn script, discovered in the ancient city of Assab.
------------------------------------
stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus
- roughly translated to----
I leave this manuscript, I do not know for whom; I no longer know what it is about
-------------------------------------
I look to the future, and I wonder… what fates await me and my family. As I write this, I sit in my private study, awaiting the beckons of my closest advisor, my last true ally, Bintou. Those that still remain warn me of her, they say what she offers is impossible, that the odds are against me. All the others have fallen. My son, Wedem, my father, Dedem, my Uncles Azyur and Oda, My best friends Steward Jima and Marshal Oromo, my lover Abrihet and my wife Anthousa. All have passed. Perhaps that's why I stand where I do now, in front of the door between life and death. I scream into the void, Never Tell Me the Odds!
But let us not dwell on such unhappy thoughts, instead let us start where all such things do. In the beginning.
My name is Wededem Solomonid, and I was a Count. I’ve known for quite some time that this was my future, ever since my father took me aside on one of his many hunts and said to me “Son, in front of us are my brothers. One is a Duke, and one is a King, neither are your friends but they require your dedication. Yet our future is of our own making, and I say to you what my father once said to me. Be loyal to your family, be faithful to your spirit, defend your beliefs with your life and never be afraid of the unknown. It is simply yet to be conquered.”
Life is not easy for a Solomonid. Surrounded on all sides by apostasy, heresy, and devils we must strive merely to survive. Yet survive we must, for we are the true sons of God, and it is our mission to protect that which must be kept hidden. No one shall see the divine if they are not blessed, that is what we were taught. It’s what I still believe, though I harbor doubts if I am truly blessed. Who could be with what I’ve seen?
Traits: Wroth, Cruel, Gregarious, Brave, Misguided Warrior.
Son of Prince Dedem Solomonid(Red), Count of Asayita, in 741, nephew to Prince Ayzur Solomonid(Blue), Duke of Wag, and nephew to King Oda Gosh (Yellow) of Abyssinia. Father of Wedem Asfare Solomonid.
Heir to the County of Assab
769 Anno Domini -
Enemies. Everywhere. Eyeing us hungrily. To the north, the Abbassid Empire, the Arwadid and Azd Umanid emirates, to the east the Emirs of Harer and Berber, to the west various Nubian and Ethiopian self-styled kings and rulers. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Idolaters and Heretics. They all want what we have, none shall attain it. Given by God, entrusted by Heaven, we stand vigilant for eternity.
The distant kingdoms of Christendom believe they are the inheritors of the Word, but they See little. Purgatory aches with anticipation. Yet they can be used, if we are careful. We care not about expanding our faith, merely preserving it. We seek not conquest, but security. I was reassured in these regards by the faith of King Oda, who wisely decided to make me the Marshal of Abyssinia.
In is in this vein that I reached out to the pompous fool on the Byzantine throne and sought the hand of his daughter despite my relatively low status as a Count. As a Solomonid our dynasty brings a certain prestige and legitimacy, the Basileus needed this, as his empire had recently gone through a rough period of turmoil and religious dissent after the Council of Hieria when he foolishly banned the worship of images or even the depictions of Saints, Jesus, or our Lord in Churches or other locations.
If I knew then how precipitous my relationship with the Byzantines would be, I may never have married my lovely wife the then betrothed Princess Anthousa Isauros. Ah… regrets.
Yet this was a heedy time for my small county, we were inundated with travelers along the red sea, including two notable individuals, my first Court Physician and later friend Bekele
And the ravenous enchantress that became the true love of my live, Abrihet. We met in passing, she was just a thin slip of a girl… perhaps it is because my Betrothed was still on her journey from Constantinople… perhaps I am just weak… but when she flashed me that smile, part taunt, part tease, part promise… I knew I had to have her.
Yet peace and love were to be in short supply, for in the horizon there lay horror. The first indication of which was my son Wedem's sickness, and not only that but my friend and physician Bekele treated him without my consent! A treatment that failed and led to my son becoming ever more infirm!
After delivering even further woe came messengers from my King, and shortly thereafter the neighboring realm of Harer.
The self-styled King of Semien decided that serving beneath a greater king was beneath him when our liege Oda Gosh generously offered him his protection. I said madness, Uncle Oda said war. Perhaps emboldened by the hope that Semien would occupy Oda’s forces the nearby capricious ruler of Harer launched an unprovoked assault, with the desire to occupy all territory in the de jure duchy of Afar. The fools underestimated us, as if my father and I would allow our territory to be taken by such an crass attack. We would unite, and drive the Emir from our lands ourselves!
My father however failed to respond to my call to arms, in fact… he said I had no official right to call upon him at all! Despite being the Marshal… my very own father refused my summons! Instead he listened to his closest advisors who claimed that even together we would only be able to raise at most 500 troops in the field, to the enemies almost one thousand. He remained behind his walls where his palace and city guards along side his army granted him a sizable garrison.
However, I never was quite fond of my father, that is until he passed many years later and I understood that his wisdom would be something I greatly missed. Yet at the moment I was incensed and invigorated. War was something to be aggressively pursued, not left to knock upon your door as it wishes. As I was debating what course to take, the Arwadid Emirs in the north consolidated their grasp on the Arabian peninsula and joined the war against us. With nearly a thousand more troops beginning to ferry from across the channel time was running out.
Thusly only a decisive offense would work for me. Push the Emir off balance until my liege could finish off the forces of Semien and come to my rescue. I raised what troops I could spare, around nearly two hundred and thirty of my finest men and we attacked. While forces from Harer besieged and looted my very home, I took the Emirs offer of war and brought it to his lands.
Tales of hope! With the Emir rapidly losing control of his ancestral homelands, my forces were emboldened by news of victory from the King, Semien has been freed from the brutal tyranny of it’s Petty-lord. Armies of Abyssinia were on their way to the East to join us on our assault. Let the combined Harer/Arwadid forces sit in the ruins of my castle and home. They would find no glory to be found there, as other independent Miaphysite rulers came to our defense. Our combined union quickly taught Harer that the best shield is indeed a great blow delivered by the justice of God.
The Emir would shortly thereafter sue for peace, which our King granted in his compassionate benevolence.
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