Prologue: The Crusade
So, I was playing with Bohemond the second, son of Bohemond the first of Antioch. And I just had to try and write an AAR about it....
So here it goes.......
Note: The whole of my first ruler''s life, Bohemond the second, will be written in first person. After that, it may change.
16th of March, 1136 In the year of Our Lord
Dear Diary
Today I came back from my pilgrimage to the seat of St. Peter, and I have came back a changed man. Rome has reinforced my impregnable faith, and now I stand
ready to bring the sword to the infidels.
On a sadder note, my faithful dog, Moses, now rests by our Lord's side. We shall miss him.
1st of September, 1136 In the year of Our Lord
Deus Vult! The time has come to punish the infidels! A crusade has been called for lost Jerusalem!
I was in the middle of throttling my brother Godfrey, who was starting to annoy me with his lectures on patience again, when my wife arrived.
"My Prince, the Holy Father has called a crusade to retake Jerusalem from the Infidels! Deus Vult!" She said as her eyes blazed passionately and her hair flicked
everywhere.
"What! We must leave at once!" I responded with righteous zeal.
"As usual, you are too bold, my brother." He gasped before I started putting on more pressure.
"Let your brother go. Is our Lord not a forgiving one?" My wife knew she could control me through mentioning God.
I stopped putting on the pressure, and quickly released him. Before he could get in one good breath, I pushed him, sending him sprawling.
"Thank you my Lady. Bohemond, you have to learn to think! Don't you remember what happened with Peter?" He asked sharply as he started rising slowly.
I remembered him well. The traitor who had refused to give me his titles.
"I let him out of the dungeons didn't I?" I smirked, the memory making me smile.
"You left him penniless, landless and banished from his homeland." He screamed it louder then I thought that his small frame would have allowed him to.
"How many times do I have to tell you." I sighed heavily. "HE WAS A TRAITOR!" I roared. "The only reason why he isn't dead is because he is my brother, and no man of God would spill his own blood."
"Let us not forget, I handed you my titles without a fight, and yet you still forced me to become a monk. 'For the good of the family' you said."
I stood dumbfounded for a second, shocked that he could sound so bitter.
"You would have produced heirs. Dangerous heirs" I replied. There was a moment of cold silence that actually made me feel guilty.
"I'll go tell our Marshall to get the troops ready." He said resignedly.
Ahhhhh...... The man makes me feel guilt. But God will judge me, him and Peter all fairly.
Edit: I forgot to say, please criticise and comment!
Second Edit: Uhhhhhhhhhhh, sorry about the mistake guys, but it turns out that I only stripped Peter of all his titles. I didn't banish him, lol. :blink: He was
fine and well at court... but he still hates Bohemond!
Contents
Book 1: The Clouds of War (November 20. 1136 -16th December, 1146)
Chapter 1: Setting out
Chapter 2: An Unexpected War
Chapter 3: Allies
Chapter 4: The Tide Rises
Chapter 5: Victory in Our Grasp
Chapter 6: A small respite
Chapter 7: God and Antioch
Chapter 8: Expulsions and peace treaties
Chapter 9: Victories and Defeats
Chapter 10: Defeats and Surrender
Book 2:The Spirit of Independence (16th December-????????)
Part 1: Old Bohemond's reign
Prologue: Antioch shall be freed!
Chapter 1: A Shining Opportunity
Chapter 2: The issue of Antioch's independence
Chapter 3: Victories and funerals
Part 2: New Bohemond's reign!
Chapter 4: A new generation
Epilogue and Lost chapters
So, I was playing with Bohemond the second, son of Bohemond the first of Antioch. And I just had to try and write an AAR about it....
So here it goes.......
Note: The whole of my first ruler''s life, Bohemond the second, will be written in first person. After that, it may change.
16th of March, 1136 In the year of Our Lord
Dear Diary
Today I came back from my pilgrimage to the seat of St. Peter, and I have came back a changed man. Rome has reinforced my impregnable faith, and now I stand
ready to bring the sword to the infidels.
On a sadder note, my faithful dog, Moses, now rests by our Lord's side. We shall miss him.
1st of September, 1136 In the year of Our Lord
Deus Vult! The time has come to punish the infidels! A crusade has been called for lost Jerusalem!
I was in the middle of throttling my brother Godfrey, who was starting to annoy me with his lectures on patience again, when my wife arrived.
"My Prince, the Holy Father has called a crusade to retake Jerusalem from the Infidels! Deus Vult!" She said as her eyes blazed passionately and her hair flicked
everywhere.
"What! We must leave at once!" I responded with righteous zeal.
"As usual, you are too bold, my brother." He gasped before I started putting on more pressure.
"Let your brother go. Is our Lord not a forgiving one?" My wife knew she could control me through mentioning God.
I stopped putting on the pressure, and quickly released him. Before he could get in one good breath, I pushed him, sending him sprawling.
"Thank you my Lady. Bohemond, you have to learn to think! Don't you remember what happened with Peter?" He asked sharply as he started rising slowly.
I remembered him well. The traitor who had refused to give me his titles.
"I let him out of the dungeons didn't I?" I smirked, the memory making me smile.
"You left him penniless, landless and banished from his homeland." He screamed it louder then I thought that his small frame would have allowed him to.
"How many times do I have to tell you." I sighed heavily. "HE WAS A TRAITOR!" I roared. "The only reason why he isn't dead is because he is my brother, and no man of God would spill his own blood."
"Let us not forget, I handed you my titles without a fight, and yet you still forced me to become a monk. 'For the good of the family' you said."
I stood dumbfounded for a second, shocked that he could sound so bitter.
"You would have produced heirs. Dangerous heirs" I replied. There was a moment of cold silence that actually made me feel guilty.
"I'll go tell our Marshall to get the troops ready." He said resignedly.
Ahhhhh...... The man makes me feel guilt. But God will judge me, him and Peter all fairly.
Edit: I forgot to say, please criticise and comment!
Second Edit: Uhhhhhhhhhhh, sorry about the mistake guys, but it turns out that I only stripped Peter of all his titles. I didn't banish him, lol. :blink: He was
fine and well at court... but he still hates Bohemond!
Contents
Book 1: The Clouds of War (November 20. 1136 -16th December, 1146)
Chapter 1: Setting out
Chapter 2: An Unexpected War
Chapter 3: Allies
Chapter 4: The Tide Rises
Chapter 5: Victory in Our Grasp
Chapter 6: A small respite
Chapter 7: God and Antioch
Chapter 8: Expulsions and peace treaties
Chapter 9: Victories and Defeats
Chapter 10: Defeats and Surrender
Book 2:The Spirit of Independence (16th December-????????)
Part 1: Old Bohemond's reign
Prologue: Antioch shall be freed!
Chapter 1: A Shining Opportunity
Chapter 2: The issue of Antioch's independence
Chapter 3: Victories and funerals
Part 2: New Bohemond's reign!
Chapter 4: A new generation
Epilogue and Lost chapters
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