Fulcrumvale: Not quite, but it's getting there.
SeanB: Ask and you shall receive.
ColossusCrusher: "Also, you never answered HOW he got there in CI III..."
Yeah.... about that....
You'll have to wait.
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The Principality of Alexandria, 1096
October 1st, 1095
Heinrich von Franken, Holy Roman Emperor and Quadruple King of Germany, Italy, Burgundy, and Egypt sighed and rubbed his eyes as he fought to keep his eyes focused on the faded words scrawled on the worn pieces of parchment covering his desk.
Heinrich leaned back and stretched his arms, working the stiffness from his limbs, before regarding the nearly completely melted candles flickering at the edge of his desk.
Hunching forward, the German king strained to decipher the meanings of the ancient text as he transcribed it onto a new piece of paper. The copying was a long, slow, tedious process, but with the realm finally at peace, his days of campaigning with the armies seemed to be at an end for the foreseeable future.
It had been something of a surprise when just two weeks earlier, a courier had arrived from far-off Alexandria, bearing gifts from the treacherous Stukov. After Alexei's rather blunt and inexplicable decision to break away from his realm, Heinrich had been convinced the Duke would have nothing more to do with him. With his steady encroachment over the Egyptian lands still outside both their control, Heinrich felt it would only be a matter of time before he would have to defend his claim to the title King of Egypt.
But the gift of many ancient texts from the libraries of Alexandria seemed to signal a change, if only preliminary, in relations between the two realms.
Heinrich smiled as he continued to copy the book. No doubt the thought of facing the full force of Germany's armies had finally brought Stukov some sense.
The king continued to write in silence for several more minutes, only the sound of the window glass shaking from the wind outside. He paused to listen when he thought he heard his chamber door open. Looking to the side, he peered into the darkness. The door was shut firmly and Heinrich simply shrugged.
"Perhaps it's time to sleep," Heinrich muttered to himself.
"I agree," a voice rasped from behind him.
In a split second, Heinrich was out of his chair and reaching for his sword leaning against the desk. He froze in mid-reach, his hand only inches away from the hilt of the sword. He had not even heard his assailant move, but he could feel the sharp tip of a blade digging slightly into his back.
"A worthy effort," the man complimented him, sending a shiver down the king's spine. "But then again, if you could have reached it, I wouldn't have said a word."
"Guards! Guards!" Heinrich yelled, the fear in his voice bringing a soft chuckle from the depths of the man's throat.
"Your guards won't hear you. You would be surprised what coin can do to a man's loyalty."
"You'll burn in hell for this!" Heinrich retorted, the anger rising over his fear.
"The Prince of Alexandria offers you this final gift, your majesty."
With that, the man's blade snapped to life, moving too fast for the Holy Roman Emperor and Quadruple King of Germany, Italy, Burgundy, and Egypt to make a last, desperate cry for help.
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January 3rd, 1097
"So you see," Alexei explained, sounding greatly amused with himself. "You do not have anything to fear from me."
"But what of the rumors of King Hein..."
Alexei barked a laugh, immediately cutting off the protest.
"My dear Count, you should know better than to trust the hearsay of rumor. Besides, what possible worry could a count of Gizzeh have over the untimely death of a German king?"
Albrecht, Count of Gizzeh, hesitated for a moment longer as he stood before Alexei, considering his response. He knew the rumors of the Prince's involvement on Von Franken's death, as did most of the other nobles throughout the empire.
"I...." Albrecht stammered, steeling himself for what he was to say. "I humbly pledge my allegiance to you, your grace. The lands of Gizzeh are at the service of the Prince of Alexandria."
Alexei took a sip from his goblet of wine and smiled slyly. "I accept your allegiance, Count of Gizzeh."
SeanB: Ask and you shall receive.
ColossusCrusher: "Also, you never answered HOW he got there in CI III..."
Yeah.... about that....
You'll have to wait.
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The Principality of Alexandria, 1096
October 1st, 1095
Heinrich von Franken, Holy Roman Emperor and Quadruple King of Germany, Italy, Burgundy, and Egypt sighed and rubbed his eyes as he fought to keep his eyes focused on the faded words scrawled on the worn pieces of parchment covering his desk.
Heinrich leaned back and stretched his arms, working the stiffness from his limbs, before regarding the nearly completely melted candles flickering at the edge of his desk.
Hunching forward, the German king strained to decipher the meanings of the ancient text as he transcribed it onto a new piece of paper. The copying was a long, slow, tedious process, but with the realm finally at peace, his days of campaigning with the armies seemed to be at an end for the foreseeable future.
It had been something of a surprise when just two weeks earlier, a courier had arrived from far-off Alexandria, bearing gifts from the treacherous Stukov. After Alexei's rather blunt and inexplicable decision to break away from his realm, Heinrich had been convinced the Duke would have nothing more to do with him. With his steady encroachment over the Egyptian lands still outside both their control, Heinrich felt it would only be a matter of time before he would have to defend his claim to the title King of Egypt.
But the gift of many ancient texts from the libraries of Alexandria seemed to signal a change, if only preliminary, in relations between the two realms.
Heinrich smiled as he continued to copy the book. No doubt the thought of facing the full force of Germany's armies had finally brought Stukov some sense.
The king continued to write in silence for several more minutes, only the sound of the window glass shaking from the wind outside. He paused to listen when he thought he heard his chamber door open. Looking to the side, he peered into the darkness. The door was shut firmly and Heinrich simply shrugged.
"Perhaps it's time to sleep," Heinrich muttered to himself.
"I agree," a voice rasped from behind him.
In a split second, Heinrich was out of his chair and reaching for his sword leaning against the desk. He froze in mid-reach, his hand only inches away from the hilt of the sword. He had not even heard his assailant move, but he could feel the sharp tip of a blade digging slightly into his back.
"A worthy effort," the man complimented him, sending a shiver down the king's spine. "But then again, if you could have reached it, I wouldn't have said a word."
"Guards! Guards!" Heinrich yelled, the fear in his voice bringing a soft chuckle from the depths of the man's throat.
"Your guards won't hear you. You would be surprised what coin can do to a man's loyalty."
"You'll burn in hell for this!" Heinrich retorted, the anger rising over his fear.
"The Prince of Alexandria offers you this final gift, your majesty."
With that, the man's blade snapped to life, moving too fast for the Holy Roman Emperor and Quadruple King of Germany, Italy, Burgundy, and Egypt to make a last, desperate cry for help.
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January 3rd, 1097
"So you see," Alexei explained, sounding greatly amused with himself. "You do not have anything to fear from me."
"But what of the rumors of King Hein..."
Alexei barked a laugh, immediately cutting off the protest.
"My dear Count, you should know better than to trust the hearsay of rumor. Besides, what possible worry could a count of Gizzeh have over the untimely death of a German king?"
Albrecht, Count of Gizzeh, hesitated for a moment longer as he stood before Alexei, considering his response. He knew the rumors of the Prince's involvement on Von Franken's death, as did most of the other nobles throughout the empire.
"I...." Albrecht stammered, steeling himself for what he was to say. "I humbly pledge my allegiance to you, your grace. The lands of Gizzeh are at the service of the Prince of Alexandria."
Alexei took a sip from his goblet of wine and smiled slyly. "I accept your allegiance, Count of Gizzeh."