- Feb 20, 2012
Deus Vult! - A Knights to Jerusalem AAR
- This will be a story/narrative focused AAR. My inspiration for this AAR is the fantastic Victoria I Prussia AAR Fire Warms the Northern Lands by @Rensslaer. So imagine much of that same style.
- This is an AAR focused on fun for me and the reader as well as telling a hopefully interesting story. As such I won't always be focusing on what's the best decision game wise. That's not saying I won't be using the occasional gamesmanship route given the country I'm starting with but hopefully will mesh it with the story.
- In relation to the point above I'll avoid cheats as much as possible but I guarantee that in the case I do fudge something, it will be explained to the readers and justified IMO.
- No mods will be used as I'm not familiar enough with how to do it but I might possibly add in some events down the line given the lack of flavor events for KoJ.
- Comments are encouraged and welcome! Especially your thoughts and tips! I'm not an expert player by any means and help is welcome.
- DLCs used: Wealth of Nations, Art of War, Common Sense.
Henri de Foix gripped the rigging of the galley and took a deep breath of the salty Adriatic air. The Alphonse moved easily in the shimmering waters on this moonlit night. "This is it," he thought as he listened to the sounds familiar to any sailor. The groan of the ship, the water lapping at her sides and spitting off her bow, and the faint echo of the same sounds from the other two galleys moving in order with his own lead ship. The night watch went about their business quietly and methodically but even from where he stood he could see at least four Greeks sleeping on their watch in various forms to best lead an observer to believe otherwise.
They had managed to slip quietly from Rhodes days ago and despite some initial rough weather around the Aegean where they had taken mast damage and had to fix new rigging they were now in relatively smoother waters but not less dangerous ones. The heathen Turk rarely sailed this far away from his home waters but it wouldn't be impossible for a patrol to reach here.
"Sail sighted! 2 points abaft the starboard beam!" shouted one of the rare Spaniard sailors from the cross trees.
Henri moved to the quarterdeck and glanced out and when he confirmed the sighting he instructed the archer on deck to fire two flaming arrows off to the port side waters to signal to the other ships in the group to reduce sail. The mystery sail in question was moving swiftly and as her profile came into view it became clear she was a rough looking fishing ship of Italian design. The Alphonse threw out her colors, the glorious black flag with the white cross emblazoned on her. The fishing ship replied with a Venetian flag but Henri gave quiet orders to arm the rails should this be some stupid ruse. It would be foolish for a ship that size to attempt an action against a group of this weight but crazier things had been done by ruffians in these waters.
"Give way! Message for the Captain de Foix!" shouted the captain of the fishing vessel in his best French which was barely fitting even a horse trader.
As the boats got closer the fishing vessel tossed a barrel over with a line attached well ahead of her bow on the port side and one of the Greek sailors fished it out of the water with a halberd. As soon as the barrel was on deck the fishing vessel veered off and Henri was on the main deck reaching into the barrel to retrieve the wax sealed scroll marked with the Hospitaller seal. The message was brief.
RAGUSA FLEET HAS SAILED. TWO GALLEYS AND ONE COG. PROCEED TO DESTROY. GOD WILLS IT!
Henri tossed the message into one of the braziers on deck and marched back to the quarterdeck.
"Full sail. Make course. Let's have an early breakfast then morning confessionals and service. After that send the men to their stations and lock the hatches. If anyone protests, make an example."