A line of true Bastards. An a-historical England CK AAR
Lectori Salutem!
This will be my first ever AAR for any game whatsoever. I will be playing England from 1066 in 1.04.b17 march, with Solmyr’s events. (Which I hope won't go bust on me, you never know with Beta’s)
I have no particular goals in this game, except having fun.
Comments are appreciated. I hope you enjoy.
William, King of England. It had a nice ring to it. He had though it had a nice ring to it when he had still been duke of Normandy. To be completely fair, he had only conquered England to get rid of the soubriquet he was give, due to an unfortunate accident of birth: William the Bastard. Of course now he was William the Conqueror, that bastard. Still it was an improvement, somewhat.
Sighing he turned away from the window of his new-built fortress, the White Tower. Constructed from the white stone of Caen, it was the greatest fort in England. Regrettably William found that the work of ruling so many lands was more than he could handle. At Christmas he had been crowned and had handed out vast estates. Now, barely a few months later he had created one of his less moronic courtiers, Ralph (probably pronounced Reef or Reif, but William had never bothered to find out) to the rank of count of Devon. He had also granted his brother Robert the title of Duke of Cornwall, which meant he could go and see if he could get Ralph to do something useful for a change. At least his forestry program was going well.
William had barely settled down to some serious ruling when one of his other useless courtiers came knocking.
“My liege, I come bearing grave news! Guy de Flambard has met a great a boar in the woods and…..”
“Woah, time out there! Who is Guy de Flambard and why was he in the woods with the Duke of Cumberland?”
“Pardon? Sire, Guy de Flambard is one of your courtiers, a good and brave man! A fine hunter and a gallant swordsman!”
“Really? I thought my entire court was made up out of old women and overstuffed men. Where’s he been hiding then?”
“Sire, please, Sir Guy was killed in the woods by a great boar!!!”
“Oh, come on! I know Old Morc is not the world most exciting Guy but that is going a bit far!”
“No sire, he was gored to death! In the forest! While hunting! Alone!”
“Ah. So this courageous, brave, moronic knight whom I had never heard of, faced a wild boar alone? And was gored to death? And Morcar Leofricson was not in anyway involved? ”
The page sighed. “Yes, sire.”
“No great loss there then”
Two quiet years passed. William spent much of his time in improving his kingdom.
He also tortured some pets, fought some boars, listened at doors, dispensed justice and lorded it over his fellows. He also spend quite some time with his lustful wife Mathilde of Flanders, producing a few kids. His son Guy seemed to be quite promising, but he was way down the succession ladder.
William is seriously overloaded with traits at game start: Energetic, Just Cruel, Proud, Wise, Suspicious, Valorous. Oh, and bastard.
William felt bored and needed a change. Listening to conversations between some of his soldiers he learned of the fierce tribes of pagans living around the sea called Baltic. At first he considered invading Sweden or Norway, but decided that there must have been a damned good reason why his ancestors left for Normandy and the first place. So he decided to focus his attention on the wild tribes of the Mecklenburgers. William decided to lead l three chosen regiments to the Baltic. He marched to the seaside, fully confident to find the hundreds of ships he had constructed for his invasion of England lying peacefully on the beach.
“WHERE ARE MY SHIPS?”
The piles of driftwood did not answer. Neither did the ranks of grinning soldiery.
William called his marshal, Roger de Montgomery.
“Roj, tell me what is missing in this picture?”
“Eh, what?”
Roger de Montgomery, a valiant man and a good leader, was not chosen to be marshal for his brains.
William’s face turned and interesting mottled purple.
“Where are the ships we came here in Roger! What happened to my 900 bloody big boats!”
Roger patted his pockets. “I haven’t got them, sorry Will.”
William spun round at his sniggering regiments. “All right you lot, that’s enough! Now what happened to my ships!”
One man raised his hand, cautiously. The king was looking quite upset and he did carry a big axe after all. The one he had bought from the man who had killed Harold Godwinson with it.
“Yes, the man in the funny helmet, you’ve got something to say?”
The regiments snickered. “Uhm, I am not wearing my helmet sire.”
“You aren’t? Eeww. Please do. Now who are you and what have you got to say?”
“Thurcytel Bacon sire. One of your courtiers?” The man said somewhat accusingly.
“Uhm, are you the one who got killed by the great boar? No that would be quite difficult, sorry about that. So what is it then”
“I seem to recall sire, you gave the order that motte and bailey forts be build around the nation. I also seem to recall that you told your steward to use the wood from the ships in construction.”
“Ah, uhm, ah. Good, yes very good. Good memory, that man. Right people, sorry about that, will just go to the local fishermen and hire some boats then.”
The worst haircut in christendom....
Though it took the fishermen of Essex and London quite some time to ferry him and his army across, William did finally arrive in the lands of the Mecklenburgers. He engaged the enemy in fierce battles and with surprising ease captured the tribal lands of the Mecklenburgers. He then sought amongst his courtiers for the least useless to grant them the land he had just conquered. He finally settled on Roger de Vielles as duke and count of Mecklenburg, Roger’s son Roger de Beaumont as count of Werle, Ivo de Belesme as count of Rostock and Thurcytel Bacon as count of Lubeck, mostly to get rid of him. Then, wearily, he turned his ships homeward.
The kingdom of England 1069
There was a priest on the dock at London “Good day sir, are you William the Sceptical?”
William tried to scrape some fish scales of his clothes, till he remembered that it was his mail coat.
“Huh, I think I liked Bastard better. What do you want, priest?”
“Well your Majesty, the Pope has heard of your scepticism and invites you to one of three choices:
A) Pay him a lot of money or be declared a heretic. You will no longer be deemed sceptical as well.
B) Pay him slightly less money and run the risk of staying sceptical and becoming a heretic
C) Tell the Pope to convince you in which case you will remain sceptical and certainly become a heretic.
William looked at the three doors that had suddenly appeared next to the priest in some amazement, though truth be told that he mostly looked at the sparsely dressed young nun who had just appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
“Wow” William thought to himself. “wow, Mathilde may be lustful, but wow. Where are those ‘A pretty wench catches your eye events’ dad told me about when you need them?”
The priest seemed to be getting impatient. “Well, what will it be? A, B or C?
“Uhm, I’d go for A) but I haven’t got any money and the church is dead set against borrowing money and usury and stuff, so uhm, well, ummm….”
“No problem sire, just sign here on the dotted line and the Venetian Bankers will take care of all the money problems” Bye now have a nice day.
William was left bewildered with a small piece of paper in his hand. Then he sighed and trudged home.
Arriving home a letter awaited him
“Dear sir, hereby to let you know that I, the King of Leon, having barely enough lands to stand up in, have declared war on the entire Muslim world. Or at least the Sheikdom of Orania. I hereby call on you to fulfil the obligations of our alliance. Alfonso Jiminez.”
After some considerable searching it was found that king William, in a drunken stupor, had indeed signed an alliance with Leon. Seeing that the Entire Muslim world was quite a distance away, he decided to take a gamble and declare war on the one province Sheikdom of Orania.
Nothing much happened the next two years or so. Orania didn’t bother William, William certainly didn’t have the money to go bother them. When he finances started to get together again and he could finally eat something other than beet mash, a man appeared at the court
“Choot day. I am Jabir Abdullah, I am the ritefool hair to the Shaikdoom of Orania”
“Really? What are you doing here then? I have no daughters of marriageable age at the moment.”
“No, no, I am here to aid you in you conquest of Orania, so you may geeve iet to me onse you have concorded it”
“Right. Umm, yes, well I think you are somewhat misguided, but what the hey. You can stay here. There’s probably some beet mash left over.”
Some weeks after Jabir’s arrival in London William found out that the Duchy of Deheubarth in Wales had been conquered by the Kingdom of Zirid. After spending some fruitless days searching for said kingdom in the vicinity of England, say in Ireland or even Scotland, William found out the Kingdom of Zirid as a matter of fact was located in North Africa and had Tunis as its capital. Now it so happened that Tunis was the goal of the pope’s present Crusade, so William thought the understood. Obviously the duke of Deheubarth had been captured while on crusade and tortured until he had given up his rights to his nation. William decided to liberate him and his country. The fact that William could now conquer a bit of Wales without having to claim it first of course had nothing to do with it.
Regrettably the Kingdom of Zirid would not make peace with William even after he had conquered their Welsh possessions. But William could not administer so many lands and decided to find a good man for the job of ruling his Welsh possessions.
“Sire, the populace of Deheubarth will not agree.”
“Oh good grief, they can’t seriously think anyone can actually pronounce the name duke of Deheubarth? What’s wrong with the Duchy of New South Wales?”
William quickly named a knight errant, George de Fauconberg, a former tutor to his son William, to be the new Duke of (regrettably) Deheubarth.
So William was forced to go on an expensive crusade to Tunis. Despite the fact that seasickness took its toll on his men, William landed with a few selected regiments on the shores of Tunis and practically took the city by storm. The province of Bizerte fell into the hands of William’s men at the end of the same year. But poor William received a cruel shock.
“Sire, I come bearing grave news regarding your son William”
“What you again? He can’t have met a boar in the woods, I checked there isn’t any forestry here in Tunis.”
“No sire, he was found in a house of ill-repute”
“Ah, so a pretty wench caught his eye, eh? Good for him! We could use a few bastards in the line might shake up my useless grandsons over in Normandie!”
No Sire. A pretty lad caught his eye.”
“what?”
“A young Arab named Achmed apparently, sire.”
“What?”
“It seems they were engaged in various acts forbidden by the church!”
William pulled himself together. “Well so is killing and usury, that doesn’t seem to stop them. Anyway, the boy is my son, he is my marshal and he is 6 foot eight and a dab hand with a two handed war axe and I am not as young as I was. Now let’s find the kid a wife to get his mind on other matters, eh?”
Your son likes other men event. I went with forgiveness since I conceived of burly William rather liking this son…
After marrying William jr. to a suitable female, William decided to go and conquer the rest of Zirid.
He marched his troops into Mahdia, whe the king of the Zirids offered him the princely sum of 38 chests of gold. William accepted. Then he declared war on the Sheikdom of Medjerda at the behest of his old friend Alfonso Jiminez, now king of both Leon and Castilia (though still not in control of Orania). Since Medjerda was a vassal state of the Zirids, they declared war on England. Sighing William defeated their still understrength army and led sieges in Mahdia and Medjerda. After the capture of both these provinces, William quickly accepted a white peace and hurried home. Morcar Leofricson, the greatest bore in Christendom and duke of Cumberland had revolted against William’s rule…..
The new African possessions
Under the leadership of some of William’s less important courtiers the armies of Morc the Bore were defeated handily. The remaining 12 men decided to besiege the county of Oxford, before they were defeated by William’s army, returning from Africa and on their way to besiege Northumberland. The two survivors (Jean de Bersille and Godfrid Godfridson) then decided to go and lay siege to Glamorgan.
Morcar’s stronghold had fallen. The captive duke was led bound and shackled before his king.
“Well Morc, what have you go to say for yourself? Why did you revolt against me, your liege? What have I ever done to deserve this?”
`
The most boring man in England
Morc started droning in his uninflected voice
“You ask me that? You heretical unbeliever, you son of a whore, you bastard! You are worse then my aunt Edna, you know, the one I told you about, the one who knew someone back home in Svenskaborg, Yutte Greinhaur, the one with all the warts, the one who was excommunicated….”
When William woke up, Morcar had fled to the Kingdom of Scotland.
At this point I found out I was a heretic!! Having paid a ridiculous amount of money not to become a heretic, I was somewhat miffed. To say the least.
King William’s throne room, the White Tower, London, august 1083 . Enter three priests: The newly appointed Archbishop of Cumberland and York, William’s second son Richard, the aged Archbishop of Canterbury (Sussex) and a very nervous papal official. Giovanni della Bucca, papal nunzio to the Court of England (Not St James then)
“Ah, your majesty. It seems there was a slight mistake regarding your official status. Um. Yes.” The nunzio nervously eyed the huge, hulking man with the two-handed battle axe and the pink tights standing beside the throne.
“Ah, Monsignor. This is my son William, the apple of my eye. He likes impaling heathens. He’s very good at it” Will jr, fondled his axe and grinned at the priest.
“Yes the heroism of the Marshall of England is praised in Rome. My congratulations on successfully concluding this crusade. Um. When we first received your message we were of course amazed. Um Apparently the priest whom we sent absconded with the money you gave him and is living a life of luxury in Venice. Um. Now due to some church laws I regret that you will have to pay the Indulgence again, and actually a bit more for interest and expenses.”
William grinned evilly. “Hmm, maybe there is something in what you say. Tell me monsignor, do you know of any good inns in the neighbourhood of Rome? My son William Jr. here is thinking of going on a pilgrimage you see…”
I altered the save file. I have my limits
Lectori Salutem!
This will be my first ever AAR for any game whatsoever. I will be playing England from 1066 in 1.04.b17 march, with Solmyr’s events. (Which I hope won't go bust on me, you never know with Beta’s)
I have no particular goals in this game, except having fun.
Comments are appreciated. I hope you enjoy.
William, King of England. It had a nice ring to it. He had though it had a nice ring to it when he had still been duke of Normandy. To be completely fair, he had only conquered England to get rid of the soubriquet he was give, due to an unfortunate accident of birth: William the Bastard. Of course now he was William the Conqueror, that bastard. Still it was an improvement, somewhat.
Sighing he turned away from the window of his new-built fortress, the White Tower. Constructed from the white stone of Caen, it was the greatest fort in England. Regrettably William found that the work of ruling so many lands was more than he could handle. At Christmas he had been crowned and had handed out vast estates. Now, barely a few months later he had created one of his less moronic courtiers, Ralph (probably pronounced Reef or Reif, but William had never bothered to find out) to the rank of count of Devon. He had also granted his brother Robert the title of Duke of Cornwall, which meant he could go and see if he could get Ralph to do something useful for a change. At least his forestry program was going well.
William had barely settled down to some serious ruling when one of his other useless courtiers came knocking.
“My liege, I come bearing grave news! Guy de Flambard has met a great a boar in the woods and…..”
“Woah, time out there! Who is Guy de Flambard and why was he in the woods with the Duke of Cumberland?”
“Pardon? Sire, Guy de Flambard is one of your courtiers, a good and brave man! A fine hunter and a gallant swordsman!”
“Really? I thought my entire court was made up out of old women and overstuffed men. Where’s he been hiding then?”
“Sire, please, Sir Guy was killed in the woods by a great boar!!!”
“Oh, come on! I know Old Morc is not the world most exciting Guy but that is going a bit far!”
“No sire, he was gored to death! In the forest! While hunting! Alone!”
“Ah. So this courageous, brave, moronic knight whom I had never heard of, faced a wild boar alone? And was gored to death? And Morcar Leofricson was not in anyway involved? ”
The page sighed. “Yes, sire.”
“No great loss there then”
Two quiet years passed. William spent much of his time in improving his kingdom.
He also tortured some pets, fought some boars, listened at doors, dispensed justice and lorded it over his fellows. He also spend quite some time with his lustful wife Mathilde of Flanders, producing a few kids. His son Guy seemed to be quite promising, but he was way down the succession ladder.
William is seriously overloaded with traits at game start: Energetic, Just Cruel, Proud, Wise, Suspicious, Valorous. Oh, and bastard.
William felt bored and needed a change. Listening to conversations between some of his soldiers he learned of the fierce tribes of pagans living around the sea called Baltic. At first he considered invading Sweden or Norway, but decided that there must have been a damned good reason why his ancestors left for Normandy and the first place. So he decided to focus his attention on the wild tribes of the Mecklenburgers. William decided to lead l three chosen regiments to the Baltic. He marched to the seaside, fully confident to find the hundreds of ships he had constructed for his invasion of England lying peacefully on the beach.
“WHERE ARE MY SHIPS?”
The piles of driftwood did not answer. Neither did the ranks of grinning soldiery.
William called his marshal, Roger de Montgomery.
“Roj, tell me what is missing in this picture?”
“Eh, what?”
Roger de Montgomery, a valiant man and a good leader, was not chosen to be marshal for his brains.
William’s face turned and interesting mottled purple.
“Where are the ships we came here in Roger! What happened to my 900 bloody big boats!”
Roger patted his pockets. “I haven’t got them, sorry Will.”
William spun round at his sniggering regiments. “All right you lot, that’s enough! Now what happened to my ships!”
One man raised his hand, cautiously. The king was looking quite upset and he did carry a big axe after all. The one he had bought from the man who had killed Harold Godwinson with it.
“Yes, the man in the funny helmet, you’ve got something to say?”
The regiments snickered. “Uhm, I am not wearing my helmet sire.”
“You aren’t? Eeww. Please do. Now who are you and what have you got to say?”
“Thurcytel Bacon sire. One of your courtiers?” The man said somewhat accusingly.
“Uhm, are you the one who got killed by the great boar? No that would be quite difficult, sorry about that. So what is it then”
“I seem to recall sire, you gave the order that motte and bailey forts be build around the nation. I also seem to recall that you told your steward to use the wood from the ships in construction.”
“Ah, uhm, ah. Good, yes very good. Good memory, that man. Right people, sorry about that, will just go to the local fishermen and hire some boats then.”
The worst haircut in christendom....
Though it took the fishermen of Essex and London quite some time to ferry him and his army across, William did finally arrive in the lands of the Mecklenburgers. He engaged the enemy in fierce battles and with surprising ease captured the tribal lands of the Mecklenburgers. He then sought amongst his courtiers for the least useless to grant them the land he had just conquered. He finally settled on Roger de Vielles as duke and count of Mecklenburg, Roger’s son Roger de Beaumont as count of Werle, Ivo de Belesme as count of Rostock and Thurcytel Bacon as count of Lubeck, mostly to get rid of him. Then, wearily, he turned his ships homeward.
The kingdom of England 1069
There was a priest on the dock at London “Good day sir, are you William the Sceptical?”
William tried to scrape some fish scales of his clothes, till he remembered that it was his mail coat.
“Huh, I think I liked Bastard better. What do you want, priest?”
“Well your Majesty, the Pope has heard of your scepticism and invites you to one of three choices:
A) Pay him a lot of money or be declared a heretic. You will no longer be deemed sceptical as well.
B) Pay him slightly less money and run the risk of staying sceptical and becoming a heretic
C) Tell the Pope to convince you in which case you will remain sceptical and certainly become a heretic.
William looked at the three doors that had suddenly appeared next to the priest in some amazement, though truth be told that he mostly looked at the sparsely dressed young nun who had just appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
“Wow” William thought to himself. “wow, Mathilde may be lustful, but wow. Where are those ‘A pretty wench catches your eye events’ dad told me about when you need them?”
The priest seemed to be getting impatient. “Well, what will it be? A, B or C?
“Uhm, I’d go for A) but I haven’t got any money and the church is dead set against borrowing money and usury and stuff, so uhm, well, ummm….”
“No problem sire, just sign here on the dotted line and the Venetian Bankers will take care of all the money problems” Bye now have a nice day.
William was left bewildered with a small piece of paper in his hand. Then he sighed and trudged home.
Arriving home a letter awaited him
“Dear sir, hereby to let you know that I, the King of Leon, having barely enough lands to stand up in, have declared war on the entire Muslim world. Or at least the Sheikdom of Orania. I hereby call on you to fulfil the obligations of our alliance. Alfonso Jiminez.”
After some considerable searching it was found that king William, in a drunken stupor, had indeed signed an alliance with Leon. Seeing that the Entire Muslim world was quite a distance away, he decided to take a gamble and declare war on the one province Sheikdom of Orania.
Nothing much happened the next two years or so. Orania didn’t bother William, William certainly didn’t have the money to go bother them. When he finances started to get together again and he could finally eat something other than beet mash, a man appeared at the court
“Choot day. I am Jabir Abdullah, I am the ritefool hair to the Shaikdoom of Orania”
“Really? What are you doing here then? I have no daughters of marriageable age at the moment.”
“No, no, I am here to aid you in you conquest of Orania, so you may geeve iet to me onse you have concorded it”
“Right. Umm, yes, well I think you are somewhat misguided, but what the hey. You can stay here. There’s probably some beet mash left over.”
Some weeks after Jabir’s arrival in London William found out that the Duchy of Deheubarth in Wales had been conquered by the Kingdom of Zirid. After spending some fruitless days searching for said kingdom in the vicinity of England, say in Ireland or even Scotland, William found out the Kingdom of Zirid as a matter of fact was located in North Africa and had Tunis as its capital. Now it so happened that Tunis was the goal of the pope’s present Crusade, so William thought the understood. Obviously the duke of Deheubarth had been captured while on crusade and tortured until he had given up his rights to his nation. William decided to liberate him and his country. The fact that William could now conquer a bit of Wales without having to claim it first of course had nothing to do with it.
Regrettably the Kingdom of Zirid would not make peace with William even after he had conquered their Welsh possessions. But William could not administer so many lands and decided to find a good man for the job of ruling his Welsh possessions.
“Sire, the populace of Deheubarth will not agree.”
“Oh good grief, they can’t seriously think anyone can actually pronounce the name duke of Deheubarth? What’s wrong with the Duchy of New South Wales?”
William quickly named a knight errant, George de Fauconberg, a former tutor to his son William, to be the new Duke of (regrettably) Deheubarth.
So William was forced to go on an expensive crusade to Tunis. Despite the fact that seasickness took its toll on his men, William landed with a few selected regiments on the shores of Tunis and practically took the city by storm. The province of Bizerte fell into the hands of William’s men at the end of the same year. But poor William received a cruel shock.
“Sire, I come bearing grave news regarding your son William”
“What you again? He can’t have met a boar in the woods, I checked there isn’t any forestry here in Tunis.”
“No sire, he was found in a house of ill-repute”
“Ah, so a pretty wench caught his eye, eh? Good for him! We could use a few bastards in the line might shake up my useless grandsons over in Normandie!”
No Sire. A pretty lad caught his eye.”
“what?”
“A young Arab named Achmed apparently, sire.”
“What?”
“It seems they were engaged in various acts forbidden by the church!”
William pulled himself together. “Well so is killing and usury, that doesn’t seem to stop them. Anyway, the boy is my son, he is my marshal and he is 6 foot eight and a dab hand with a two handed war axe and I am not as young as I was. Now let’s find the kid a wife to get his mind on other matters, eh?”
Your son likes other men event. I went with forgiveness since I conceived of burly William rather liking this son…
After marrying William jr. to a suitable female, William decided to go and conquer the rest of Zirid.
He marched his troops into Mahdia, whe the king of the Zirids offered him the princely sum of 38 chests of gold. William accepted. Then he declared war on the Sheikdom of Medjerda at the behest of his old friend Alfonso Jiminez, now king of both Leon and Castilia (though still not in control of Orania). Since Medjerda was a vassal state of the Zirids, they declared war on England. Sighing William defeated their still understrength army and led sieges in Mahdia and Medjerda. After the capture of both these provinces, William quickly accepted a white peace and hurried home. Morcar Leofricson, the greatest bore in Christendom and duke of Cumberland had revolted against William’s rule…..
The new African possessions
Under the leadership of some of William’s less important courtiers the armies of Morc the Bore were defeated handily. The remaining 12 men decided to besiege the county of Oxford, before they were defeated by William’s army, returning from Africa and on their way to besiege Northumberland. The two survivors (Jean de Bersille and Godfrid Godfridson) then decided to go and lay siege to Glamorgan.
Morcar’s stronghold had fallen. The captive duke was led bound and shackled before his king.
“Well Morc, what have you go to say for yourself? Why did you revolt against me, your liege? What have I ever done to deserve this?”
`
The most boring man in England
Morc started droning in his uninflected voice
“You ask me that? You heretical unbeliever, you son of a whore, you bastard! You are worse then my aunt Edna, you know, the one I told you about, the one who knew someone back home in Svenskaborg, Yutte Greinhaur, the one with all the warts, the one who was excommunicated….”
When William woke up, Morcar had fled to the Kingdom of Scotland.
At this point I found out I was a heretic!! Having paid a ridiculous amount of money not to become a heretic, I was somewhat miffed. To say the least.
King William’s throne room, the White Tower, London, august 1083 . Enter three priests: The newly appointed Archbishop of Cumberland and York, William’s second son Richard, the aged Archbishop of Canterbury (Sussex) and a very nervous papal official. Giovanni della Bucca, papal nunzio to the Court of England (Not St James then)
“Ah, your majesty. It seems there was a slight mistake regarding your official status. Um. Yes.” The nunzio nervously eyed the huge, hulking man with the two-handed battle axe and the pink tights standing beside the throne.
“Ah, Monsignor. This is my son William, the apple of my eye. He likes impaling heathens. He’s very good at it” Will jr, fondled his axe and grinned at the priest.
“Yes the heroism of the Marshall of England is praised in Rome. My congratulations on successfully concluding this crusade. Um. When we first received your message we were of course amazed. Um Apparently the priest whom we sent absconded with the money you gave him and is living a life of luxury in Venice. Um. Now due to some church laws I regret that you will have to pay the Indulgence again, and actually a bit more for interest and expenses.”
William grinned evilly. “Hmm, maybe there is something in what you say. Tell me monsignor, do you know of any good inns in the neighbourhood of Rome? My son William Jr. here is thinking of going on a pilgrimage you see…”
I altered the save file. I have my limits
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