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Just wondering if anyone is still reading this.

Not too bothered but if anyone has any suggestions, jokes or stories.

Otherwise I may just have to attempt to kill all other nations in a short a time as possible and end in a firey death.


Also not writing in AAR's makes baby jesus cry
 
For the thousands in attendance, for the millions reading at home.

Just letting you know that an update is not far off, Stephen is not about to allow his wife to be hurt and there will be new lands conquered.

How? Stay tuned, loyal readers
 
Good work. I really enjoyed reading it (especially your writing of German names is very ... interesting).
Will Stephen live forever? Alchemy is marvalous... .

Played Brandenburg just a few months ago. You'll have interesting times with the BWB (unless you can hold entire Bohemia).

It seems I've lost my sense of humor; maybe you could lend me another one of those mistresses to help me searching :) (since I read the tales of Sir Stephen I know at least why I couldn't find this type of Blondes when I was in Brandeburg last time).
 
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1843, A tavern outside Berlin.

Enter a young cavalier of the Wirttemberg 7th Horse, Lt. T.H.E Suebian.

He swaggers up to the barkeep and orders a stien of hearty ale, after removing the heart he begins to talk to the barkeep about Berlin, the past, the rise of the Brandenburers, then Sir Stephen.

Schutlz the barkeep: If you want to know about Sir Stephen, god rest his soul, then ask my friend in the corner, for centuries his family has looked after the family. As for me I see nothing!

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A regular german, or so I have been told :eek:)

Suebian swaggers across the room with two ales, (does he have to swagger everywhere). Sits down next to a man, his face covered by a hood.
S: Ho good friend exchange an ale for a good story?

The hood slips back

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A good family tradition of looking disgusting

S: Jeusus Christ! You freak!
Man: No freak was my uncle, I am Boilbag, my ancestors stem from Hagwart and have served the lords of this land for hundreds of years.

S: Well why aren't you there now?
B: Day off, so you want to know a story how about the re-rise of Sir Stephen?
S: Anything just put the hood back up.

And so began the story.......

After the Elector had pronouced his Doom on Kristoff and Stephen, they both were escorted South to Stephen's lands.

However Stephen's loyal men refused to let him go and attacked and killed the Lancers.
Stephen and Kristoff decide to flee, Stephen went south with all his men and as much gold as he could carry, he paid the Hussites to allow him to stay on their territory. (1)

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Kristoff fled to the North and into Pommern with his family and stayed at his father-in-law's court. Friedrich could not touch him without losing the vassalage of Pommern. (2)

The wrath of the King was strong, for weeks servants feared to serve him, less they suffer execution at his hands.

Soon peace was restored though and business of running the kingdom returned. Years passed in quiet contemplation, in 1434 the alliance between Brandenburg and Pommern expired.

The Tuetonic Order approached Brandenburg to join with them and the Bavarians. however Friedrich grew to mistrust the Order and refused, deciding to stay with Pommern.

Later that year the two Orders and Bavaria declared war on Poland, Lithuania and the Hussite regency.

In 1435 my great, great grand uncle Bladderpuss was sent by Stephen to Friedrich with a mission, however Friedrich was any (he would have never agreed anyway) his son Friedrich was regent in his fathers absence.

Soon a plan was hatched between Friedrich II and Stephen, on the 23 December 1435 Brandenburg and Pommern declared war on the Hussites.
The populace cried out to stop the war and deliver the traitor Stephen to the king.

However soon the two armies of Brandenburg met with Sir Stephen in Erz, it was decided that Johan would march on to Bohemia itself, while Stephen would seige Erz.

When Friedrich I found out he was livid, he joined with the last remanents of the army moving into Erz, in order to face Stephe, however his mount threw him crossing the Erz mountains and he had to be taken back to Berlin. He would never lead his army again. (3)

The war was a success, when Saxony, Hessen and Munster declared war on the Hussite alliance in 1436, the Hussite troops were nowhere to be found. The Poles had been defeated by the Tuetonic Order and the Liths were trying to fend off Russians from their lands.

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The fall of silesia

In January of 1438 Silesia fell to Johan and peace was signed, Friedrich II made Stephen Duke of the Erz and Silesia, Commander of the South, hero of the Realm. Four months later Stephen rode into Berlin in triumph!
 
BBBD,

Just checking in! Boy, this is wacky, but clever!

When I'm done with my current, I'm considering doing an AGCEEP campaign... We shall see.

Rensslaer
 
Hey, what's up BBBD. I'm waiting, or to quote:

where is our update *clap, clap, clap* where is our update *clap, clap, clap*
where is our update *clap, clap, clap* where is our update *clap, clap, clap*
 
I apologise for the delay, I have been busy with Vicky and Timesplitters 3.

Do yourself a favour get TS3 get drunk and play your friends.

Update will come soon
 
Fragments from a private journal, discovered in a hollow wall in a ruined castle Southern Germany

3 Day of June in the year of our Lord 1430.

What is it all for, I have strived and suffered for so long. The blood of my friends and my family has fed this earth for so long I cannot remember a time without blood. I gave up my home, my wife, my first born... ... everything that mattered to me a cause I didn't even believe in

the suffering in France and the arrogant British then to come to this barbaric land, with bleating sheep that call themselves men. A wife I can not love and a son I don't want to know

how has this happened, a man I thought of as a father, betrayed me close to death, how can I deal especially with this new knowledge. My heart burns, my head pounds and I taste bile in my throat.

Damn the Scots to hell, WHY!!!!!!!!!!!


This is believed to be the last writing by Lord Stephen, 3 months earlier Ulster had unsuccessfully tried to attack Scotland, the entire nobility of the land had been strung up and then crucified by the Scots. After hearing the news Lord Stephen suffered a near fatal stroke that left him completely helpless.

His son, a different man from his years of tutelage under Johan in Posnan, took the reigns of power 3 days after this diary entry.

Can Brandenburg survive the felling of two of their most prominentleaders?
 
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Sorry too my millions..........and millions of fans, i have been held up at work and by the arrival of my heir.

BEHOLD MY HEIR IN ALL HIS GLORY

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LONG LIVE THE PRINCE!
 
The Death of Stephen

Looking out the window a crippled, broken man stares at figures in the courtyard.

Laughing joking the new lord and his group of flunkies and deviants play tricks and games with a group of servants. Throwing bags of gold to each other, sometimes letting a few gold into the hapless servants outstretched palms. But woe betide any servant that got to close, for a man it was a swift punch or kick, for a women, worse molestation.

Turning in disgust Stephen wonders what he has bred and what his legacy will come to.

Since Shamus’ arrival in the city he and his band of merry idiots had terrorised the local populace, if they weren’t drunk then they were strangely affected by the medicinal herbs that they often took, a habit learned at the court of Johan de Alcmyst.

Thinking of the years that had passed since that fateful day in 1443, he had his life taken from him. Unable to move or speak he was left to root in a chamber at the top of the keep in Silesia, for a few months his wife had ruled wisely in his stead, now this buffoon had arrived and the place was falling down around them.
Already he rued allowing Johan to take his son, though he was a brilliant general he seemed to have instilled the most outlandish behavioural traits on his son.

Either drunk or incapacitated, the second Lord of the Bohemian lands was a far cry from the first.
Already he had changed the land, he had given his people twice the amount of free days and celebration days, angering the lords and making him a hero to the peasants. A dispatch had arrived from Rome in August of the 1340 asking for alms to set up a new abbey in the lands of the Lord. Shamus had got the envoy so drunk at a feast that he had forgotten to take the money with him.

Outside of this the realm had trembled when, Friedrich had clashed with the various guilds and burghers of Berlin-Collin. After years of watching his father pander to these commoners the Regent ordered many of the leading town leaders executed, he replaced them with an administration run directly from his palace, he confiscated their homes and lands and used the funds to drastically fortify the city. The kinsmen of the dead whipped the locals into a frenzy and the city was involved in violent fighting for months, until Johan had arrived with royal troops. The rebellion was quickly put down, but in the celebrations after Johan was found dead, rigid but with a huge grin on his face. The source of death could not be found, he left no issue and his lands were distributed to loyal soldiers as in Roman times.

Suddenly his son swept into the room.
“Hey old man, no don’t get up! Dude do you ever get out of here, this place stinks. Hey butler man go get me like a huge loaf of bread, some cheese, beef and some beer. I am so hungry.”
The look of sheer scorn and hatred that Stephen gave his son was clear to see.
“DUDE, relax look have some of this weed it will fix you right up, no okay suit yourself. Now why was I here, I am sure there was some reason I was here…….think S man think…..Oh yeah hey that old Elector dude kicked the bucket last night, now that total kill joy F2 will take over. Oh and Pommerania rejected the calls to join Brandenburg. Total bummer hey? ……..Yo dad are you alright….Dad!………He breath man…..Dad come on stop joking around……..oh man this sucks!


December 1440 one month after Friedrich the first passes away from his stroke, Stephen himself closes his eyes and allows himself to be taken.

The Duchy was in the hands of the new generation.
 
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Finally got around to following up on this one... sorry am I to see the passing of Stephen, but with his passing comes limitless possibilities. And I for one, canna wait to see how those possibilities play out!

Great one here, BBBD! I wanna see/read more! :)
 
“Cautionary Tales: Abuse of the Son, Sins of the Father and the Breaking of the Land” by Professor Augustus Galoop 1875.

Shamus O’Brien, new Lord of the South, was a strange and complex character, to understand the rule of such a man it is important to understand the pressures and the pain that he suffered to break his spirit.

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The boy squire

Born in 1426, in Berlin during the great peace, his father Lord Stephen and his wife Ermetrude had an unhappy and unfulfilled marriage. Stephen still pined for his family in Ulster and had no time for this waif of a woman. Ermetrude could not stand the brute, uncaring manner in which Stephen dealt with those around him. She longed to return to Bohemia. After the birth of Shamus the couple never again lived under the same roof, despite the fact that Stephen never wished her harm and would defend her honour to the death.

So Shamus faced an uphill battle from the start, his father wanted nothing to do with him, his son was heir to the throne of Ulster. Due to necessity Stephen was constantly on the move and by the time Shamus was 10 years of age it is doubtful whether he had seen his father more than 15 times. Shamus felt he had to earn his father’s love and struggled hard in his studies and duties and was considered the most promising squire in Central Europe, according to Vanity Medieval Fair.

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Shamus at the launch of Vanity Medieval Fair

Shamus grew up his entire life admiring and fearing his father, leader of men, slayer of evil. But mutters in corners about his personal life dogged Shamus, whore murdered, poisoner, sodomiser, blasphemer and other comments, some true, some not. But they all tormented a boy who knew not the man, should he be proud or repulsed? In the end the fear this man bred into him, made Shamus gave into worship of his father.

His mother was no better than the father. Seeing Shamus as the spawn of his father, she shut herself off from him spending her time with one or another of her various lovers. Though each Sunday they would attend church together, Shamus dream of these times in which he would walk with this fey creature and bask in her presence for a short time.

The flight of the family and the subsequent war with the Huss was a terrifying period for the young boy, though he say his father four times in the space of 3 months. For him this time was once again light and dark, his father near him and the unknown of the battles that for nearly a year he and the household trailed after.

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The family united in flight

1436 arrived and after the upheaval of the past few years, the war with the Hussites, Shamus was packed off to Posnan to be the squire of Johan. It was the first time that Stephen ever spoke to his son, he lectured him on how to be a good knight and uphold the family name. Shamus bowed his head and took in every word like it was gospel. The party that sent Shamus of was his happiest moment ever, his parents together, family and friends all around. Till late in the night a number of older squires teased him about his mother and the liberties that they took with her. For some reason the fact that she had huge…tracts of land seemed to be hilarious to them. Shamus close to tears had run to his father and explained what had happened.

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The farwell feast

Stephen stopped the feast and ordered the 5 men to be hung, drawn and quartered in the dining hall. Shamus was mortified by the violence of the spectacle, he left for the Polish provinces shocked and alert, but not alarmed.

The 3 months to travel did not help his mood much, this land was still devastated by war and the peasants were starving, land lay untilled. Twice the caravan was attacked by armed bandits thinking it was a rich merchant. By the time Shamus arrived his spirit had been battered and his resolve weakened, but he still wanted to make his parents to love him.

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An attacking band

However the journey had made him ill, Johan was the only man of medicine for miles around, and his version of medicine was far from conventional. Johan had traveled far and wide before being made Duke of Posnan, he had learned from Swamis, Druids, Mages and Witches of the potions and herbs that broadened the mind, lifted the soul and “healed” the body. So he prepared a potion that was given to Shamus, it was this highly addictive concoction that was giving to the young boy. Within weeks his drive, dreams and desire had been centred around possession and use of this drink, he also begin smoking various herbs, eating various special meals and bathing in weird and wild oils and unguents.

Shamus grew, he refused to complete any training and Johan didn’t mind, he had fought his war and now wanted to relax, so they both experienced life. They used substances to achieve a higher plane, Johan though was able to stop himself from overusing and still be able to go about regular life. Shamus did not and became more and more dependent and less able to function normally. Without any discipline he continued a slow spiral, well more a head first plummet.

He began frequenting bars, meeting unsavoury types and soon one by one a group of men began forming around him. For the money and presents he gave his friends, but more for the power that he would one day hold. The advisors would become one of, if not the strongest force in the land for the next 300 hundred years.
 
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“Cautionary Tales: Abuse of the Son, Sins of the Father and the Breaking of the Land” by Professor Augustus Galoop 1875.

With the accession of Shamus to the position held by his father, the future of Brandenburg looked, not dark, but unpleasantly mild with cutting winds from the East. Being a far less able man than his father, Shamus’ reliance on drugs and alcohol left him an unwilling leader and politically null. An untenable position for perhaps the most important noble in the country.

But during his adult life, or second childhood dependant on records, a number of men from different walks of life, with differing goals and dreams, surround Shamus and his descendants. Using guile, cunning, brute force and on one occasion a goat, they moved controlled the destiny of the land and the souls that inhabited it.

Was this for love of country or love of service, no it was through greed and avarice, the desire to take what they could for themselves. It lead to brutal fighting and conflict within and without Brandenburg.

The first of these advisors was

DRACO REXUS: The Bandit King

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The history of Draco Rexus family can be traced to the Carpathian Mountains around the turn of the 12th century, an outlaw and brigand leader took up residence in a hill fort with his band of bravos and thieves. Within 10 years he was ensconced in a heavily fortified castle and held dominion over the 10,000 souls in villages and towns in the area.

The power of this man grew and eventually he became the original Draco Rexus, named as his men fought with shields emblazoned with dragons and he was their king. So much so that the Emperor of Byzantium was said to have ordered a new road built to allow travelers to detour around his lands.

For almost 100 years the Kings sat on their throne, each King and the heir was known as Draco Rexus, a huge fortune was amassed and hundreds of blackguards hired to control the roads and lands around, however this was not too last. In a daring raid Draco’s men captured Vassilus, son of the Emperor and Berthidus Piast, daughter of the King of Hungary. Despite asking for an enormous ransom, Draco allowed his prisoners to be raped repeatedly and tortured on and off for 30 days, before receiving his ransom.

Once the prisoners were returned in such a sorry state, the Emperor finally decided to be rid of the menace of the Dragon Kings once and for all. 10,000 troops were raised in Byzantium and 8,000 in Buda, they march out in July 1195, with such a force arrayed against him Draco Maximus, as he was known, found his men fleeing and 2 days before the arrival of Imperial forces he too fled with his family.

Disguised as geese herders they made their way to the coast and fled to Sicily, originally they had wanted to land on Italy proper but were forced to flee Venetian and Imperial warships on several occasions. Needing to establish themselves in Italian society they joined the march against the remaining Muslims in Sicily. Both the Grand Dragon and his son Bold Dragon fought valiantly for the Christian forces and were rewarded with estates by the Rome-Naples road by the Pope.

Till the death of Draco Rexus Maximus in 1223 the family were on their best behaviour, they gave alms to the poor, sheltered victims of the plague of 1212 and provided men to the Pope for his wars of aggression. It became so much so that Maximus was cannonised shortly after his death.
But as soon as Boldueim become the head of the family things changed very
quickly, the area around their estates were a haven for brigands and bravos.

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St Draco: Patron saint of highwaymen

Terror spread across the land, but the authorities did nothing while Draco provided such large amounts of cash to the papal coffers. No action was taken and the family grew rich and bold, helping the Pope on numerous occasions against the Holy Roman Emperors forces in the battle for Italy. The family was untouchable and the Dracos became accustomed to wealth and power.

This situation remained until the birth of Rouge Draco Rexus, born 1403, he was sent to the court of Naples as a boy to squire for the King. Such an important post was an honour even for this family, Draco was outstanding, winning the praises of the King and court by his bravery, loyalty and courage. It was little known that in the Saracen invasion of 1418, despite showing great courage in defending the King from a surprise attack, it was Draco himself who killed the King on the orders of the King of Spain.

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Draco fights the heathen

For at different times Draco was in the pay of the Queen, the Pope, the Holy Roman Emperor, the Doges of Milan and Venice, the Duke of Savoy and the King of Spain. Despite the King dying, Draco was knighted shortly after and rose to be commander of the city of Naples. His sights fell on marrying the daughter of the Queen Isabella and becoming the new king. When he heard that Alfonso Duke of Majorca was engaged to his princess, he went into a fury and ordered the deaths of first 50 men he saw. Three days later the Duke was dead, in a rather compromising position with the Duke of Pisa, a Swiss milkmaid and 50 litres of chocolate.

Unfortunately he was passed over again as the Queen chose Rene D’Anjou of Savoy and though a plan was being thought up by Draco, involving a slave girl, a rabid ferret and a man named Stan, it was too late.

The Pope had found out that the Draco’s had been supporting not just the Emperor, but all the petty duchies against the papacy, they were excommunicated and Rouge fled Naples. The remaining family were not so lucky, all geese herders were being searched and they were discovered trying to enter Pisa and sent to Rome, they were all executed.

So Draco fled and fled, the long arm of the Pope followed him to Madrid, Paris and even Skane.

Eventually he settled in a commander of the Novgorod cavalry, but even then he was forced to flee in 1437 when the Muscowites invaded and put the army to flight.

He quickly moved through the various Orders lands, fear of the cross now pushing him on, he decided that there was no reason to go on soon after arriving at the Brandenburg/Polish border. Entering the first tavern he saw, Draco decided to go on the bender of a lifetime. Just as he was starting to drink a Brandenburg cavalry patrol arrived, the head of the unit entered the bar and seeing the row of shots in front of Draco, challenged him to a drinking contest. Eventually both me had to be helped to a room by the innkeeper, the soon formed a fast friendship, especially after Draco found out who his drinking partner was, Shamus.

So Draco quickly rose again and as we come back to the death bed of Stephen, Draco waits patiently in Berlin as the new Commander of South Brandenburg.
 
My, my, it seems the secret of my family's quite unsavory past has come to light. Ach, what is a robber baron to do? Can't wait to see what sort of "assistance" I am able to come up with for Shamus and Brandenburg. :cool:
 
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My, my, it seems the secret of my family's quite unsavory past has come to light. Ach, what is a robber baron to do? Can't wait to see what sort of "assistance" I am able to come up with for Shamus and Brandenburg. :cool:
Draco, I'm shocked!

Truly.

Renss
 
Renss I was shocked too after doing the research for this AAR, I soon discovered that some of the most respected, nay the very pillars of the Paradox forums, are in fact descended from the worst scum, braggarts, thieves, liars and all round nasty people.

We will have to see what villianous scum the next advisor is. :D

Please excuse the lame Greek, Hungarian and German names. Names aren't really my strong suit, in fact my strong suit is in for repairs so you will have to make do with the crap I keep writing. :(
 
Come now, Renss, everybody has a skeleton or two in their family's closet.... my family just happens to have several grave yards in it's collective closet! :D

You must admit, it will be interesting to see what kind of advice and assistance my family member will come up with, be it bragging, thieving, mis-speaking the truth or just all a round nastiness. :)
 
So we see the first of the advisors a warrior used to crushing opposition with guile and force. The next advisor relies on his trickery and quick wits.

Fiftypence- The silver tongued

The origins of Fiftypence are lost in time, there are many theories about his parentage. Many say that he was the second son of a merchant family that he turned into the inquisition for a measly sum, that he was an orphan that managed to get the monk in the orphanage to invest in Couscous trading from East Musowy or that he was actually the old Norse god Loki.

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One of the many faces of Fiftypence

After an exhaustive search of archives and records of the time, we finally know the truth about Fiftypence. He was the only soon of a Yorkshire couple, his father a miller took care of him after his mother began working for an important noble family. He became angry at the world for not letting his mother be around, he soon lost faith in his father’s promises that she would return home.

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Muslim Fiftypence

He began hang around the Frog and Dead Weasel York’s most notorious bar, here he learned the art of the con man and thief. Through working with numerous men he became proficient at forgery, costumes, accents and all other art forms, Fiftypence soon became known throughout England as a trickster and confidence man, except no-one was ever quite sure of what he actually looked like. Famous for his disguises, the man was thought a myth for many years.

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Fiftypence and Friend

But the first known criminal report of the man that was to become Fiftypence was in Exeter in 1412, a man calling himself Reginald Dwight entered the service of the local municipality. Soon after the council found itself the owner of 40,000 Muslim orphan from the Holy land and without a Mr Dwight, a receipt was found from the Knights of St John sending the children there and paying fifty pence per child. The legend of Fiftypence was born.

Through careful reviewing of facts it is possible to trace Fiftypence through the next 15 years as he continued to hoodwink and bamboozle local councils and lords alike. It doesn’t appear that the money was even important to Fifty simply a way of keeping score.

Some of his more famous exploits include, the swindling of Lord Mountbatons baton, the forgery of the Magna Carte to include the right, nay duty of all lords under the King and God to wave their willies at Spanish ships and French women, the transfer of the County of Nottingham to a Mr R Hood to the poor.

It was all a great game for the young man, till he met Lenore Tillsbury, the daughter of the Earl of Inverness. Her beauty was renowned at the time, she was a simple, modest, charming girl of 16. Fifty was currently working as the Earl’s steward and was planning on getting the Earl to purchase two estates in Ireland, neither of which existed. But on sight of Lenore all thoughts of the sting were forgotten.

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Lenore

For three months Fifty attempted to use all his cunning, wit and tricks to capture Lenore’s heart, all failed. In desperation he told her everything about him, he opened up to her like he had never opened up to anyone. She was first shocked then touched that he would bear his soul like that. Soon they planned to flee England, by this time even the great Fiftypence was finding the long arm of the law was slowly catching up. Money was no problem, Fifty had obviously saved a large portion of the money that he had stolen over the years. The question was where, France was too close to England, Spain was too conservative for their tastes, they decided to travel to Rome and decide when they got there.

On the way through Cologne they stayed at the house of the Elector’s brother, very few actual nobles would meet with them due to the price on Fifty’s head, whilst there they meet a most eccentric old man, Johan, Lord of Posnan.

Johan was visiting old friends when he met the couple, after finding out their plight and some of Fifty’s skills he took him back to Posnan with him. He had great plans for them, they would meet the Elector and Lord Stephen, they had quickly became fast friends with Shamus, but suddenly Johan died.

Without direction and without noble protection they were prepared to leave for the Italian states again, Shamus begged them to stay, many historians point out Shamus’ growing infatuation with Lenore as his real motive.

However it happened Fiftypence became Shamus’ steward, even before Shamus’ accession after the death of his father Fifty was up to his old tricks, selling prime real estate to one noble, beautiful countryside, lovely house….the catch it was deep in Polish (enemy) territory.