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The French Viking - Chapter II
I woke up in cold sweat after having a terrible dream which I could not remember, though I could recall a thundery cloud against the backdrop of a ticking clock. My servant was attempting to wake me to inform me that the king was very displeased with my attempt to dispatch the rebels. Needing time to think I had him dismissed. Once I collected myself, I got prepared to go out into the fields to try and lead the remnants of the Royal Army against the Irish rebels when suddenly I had a splitting headache. It was as though I was about to die when suddenly everything became clear and I had a sense of enlightenment. What it was I do not know, but one thing for certain from that point onwards, it was as though everything I did was dictated by an upper power.
First, I sent a letter to the King apologising for my incompetence along with my resignation letter as the Lord Commander of the Royal Army. Once I arrived home, I dismissed my personal bodyguard as I felt it was a waste of money though I claimed that I shall meet my creator when He chooses to.
Second, I declared my intent to all the Lords of Vestlandet that my uncle, the brother of my late father, was to succeed me should I die before him instead of my useless son.
Third, when my son, Rhobert, came to complain I forcibly sent him to a monastery.
Fourth, I devised to scheme with the various nobles of my court to oust the Norwegian vassals.
Fifth, I unilaterally declared that no females may succeed the Dukedom of Vestlandet to the displeasure of my daughters.
Sixth, I sought approval from the Lords and Nobles in order to consolidate a centralised system.
With everything in place, I went on with my life as though nothing significant was happening. I heard rumours that people were slandering behind my back regarding my marital life, so in order to quell such rumours, I decided to marry off my mistress Pernelle, to some Count in Greater Francia.
A fortnight later, I received confirmation that the various Lords and Nobles of the Duchy of Vestlandet agreed with my idea of a more centralised realm.
As that was going on, I received words from my Spymaster that the various members of the Ducal court was in agreement with expelling the Norwegians from Vestlandet. My Marshal cautioned me that the Count could still revolt so called upon the Ducal Army to march South under the guise of a regimental training exercise.
It was around late November as Autumn came to an end when I received a letter from the Count of Rogaland.
Duke Pierre the Just
I woke up in cold sweat after having a terrible dream which I could not remember, though I could recall a thundery cloud against the backdrop of a ticking clock. My servant was attempting to wake me to inform me that the king was very displeased with my attempt to dispatch the rebels. Needing time to think I had him dismissed. Once I collected myself, I got prepared to go out into the fields to try and lead the remnants of the Royal Army against the Irish rebels when suddenly I had a splitting headache. It was as though I was about to die when suddenly everything became clear and I had a sense of enlightenment. What it was I do not know, but one thing for certain from that point onwards, it was as though everything I did was dictated by an upper power.
First, I sent a letter to the King apologising for my incompetence along with my resignation letter as the Lord Commander of the Royal Army. Once I arrived home, I dismissed my personal bodyguard as I felt it was a waste of money though I claimed that I shall meet my creator when He chooses to.
Second, I declared my intent to all the Lords of Vestlandet that my uncle, the brother of my late father, was to succeed me should I die before him instead of my useless son.
Third, when my son, Rhobert, came to complain I forcibly sent him to a monastery.
Fourth, I devised to scheme with the various nobles of my court to oust the Norwegian vassals.
Fifth, I unilaterally declared that no females may succeed the Dukedom of Vestlandet to the displeasure of my daughters.
Sixth, I sought approval from the Lords and Nobles in order to consolidate a centralised system.
With everything in place, I went on with my life as though nothing significant was happening. I heard rumours that people were slandering behind my back regarding my marital life, so in order to quell such rumours, I decided to marry off my mistress Pernelle, to some Count in Greater Francia.
A fortnight later, I received confirmation that the various Lords and Nobles of the Duchy of Vestlandet agreed with my idea of a more centralised realm.
As that was going on, I received words from my Spymaster that the various members of the Ducal court was in agreement with expelling the Norwegians from Vestlandet. My Marshal cautioned me that the Count could still revolt so called upon the Ducal Army to march South under the guise of a regimental training exercise.
It was around late November as Autumn came to an end when I received a letter from the Count of Rogaland.
The French Viking - Chapter III
With the Dukedom in a civil war, I was left quite vulnerable within Kingdom, so I sent my Chancellor to make certain that I will not be taken advantage of by the other Dukes.
Winter and Spring both came and left and it was in the midst of Summer when the Ducal Army was laying siege on Rogaland when I received a message that my uncle had died of stress leaving my cousin the heir to the Dukedom. I sent a letter of consolation and congratulation though I heard that he was very upset at the news of his father's passing.
While I was personally leading the siege, I later received words that my Steward was able to gather extra tithe to help fund the war effort.
“Winter is coming.”
An obvious, but a profound saying by one of my Captains as the siege drew too long. Though a simple statement, it had a deeper meaning in that should we not succeed we would be in trouble as the allies of the Count were reported to march South from the Swedish March. That was when one of the soldiers came running towards me.
“Your Grace, the defenders of Eikundersund has surrendered!”
Soldiers praised it for being a divine favour as it coincided with the arrival of reinforcements from Wales though I had my reservation as being a mere coincidence. In the meantime the Count's ally attempted to lay siege to my capital, but was very well defended.
As the Welsh reinforcements arrived to join in the war effort with the main Ducal Army, other holdings fell in quick succession, surrendering to me.
Realising, the Count of Rogaland personally came to seek audience with me.
“What brings you here, My Lord?”
“You very well know why I am here, Your Grace. Here are the conditions of my surrender.”
With that, the war ended.
However, the scheme was not over as there were still other Norwegians that needed to be expelled.
As before, I raised fresh levies under the guise of regimental training and had them march towards Agder.
While we were marching, my son asked me to speak with me in private.
“How are you enjoying the monastery?”
“It is fantastic, I have learnt so many new things!”
I could tell he was lying and saying it begrugingly.
“So, what brings you here then?”
“Ugh, there's this guy I hate and want to kill him. I was wondering if I could get your support.”
“Okay... Who is it?”
“His Highness, Prince Trond.”
Speechless by his outrageous request, I had him thrown out of my sight as I continued to march onwards to Adger. Disgusted with my sons behaviour as well as his stupidity for not realising the potential this Prince could bring, I sent a letter to His Highness to come join my court as I knew that him and his brother, the King did not get along very well.
While encamped outside Agder, the Prince and I were having a drink in the main tent when I thought of a devious plan.
“I must say Your Highness, you are quite capable at boosting morale of our troops.”
“Oh it's nothing, every Norwegian Prince is expected to serve in the Army at least that is what father said.”
“I see. Now, I have been wondering, though His Highness is young time goes by very quick so why is it that you are not yet married?”
He suddenly became quiet.
“I apologise if I have insulted His Highness.”
“No, it is not you who have insulted me. It's my accursed brother! He wishes that no one will contend his rule so has devised to have all of his male siblings to become clerics so that we will be forced to a vow where we cannot become rulers.”
“I see... Well, in that case, would you mind hearing me out?”
“What?”
“I have young daughter who has yet to be betrothed to. If you are interested, I could arrange a betrothal between yourself and her where you could establish a cadet branch which would be a unification of two Royal Houses. Once that happens, under canon law, you will not be able to become ordained thus become a serious contender to the throne. To make certain His Majesty does not find a loophole, I could grant you a fiefdom in Wales as dowry for this arrangement.”
“Your Grace, you are a genius!”
Duke Pierre the Just
With the Dukedom in a civil war, I was left quite vulnerable within Kingdom, so I sent my Chancellor to make certain that I will not be taken advantage of by the other Dukes.
Winter and Spring both came and left and it was in the midst of Summer when the Ducal Army was laying siege on Rogaland when I received a message that my uncle had died of stress leaving my cousin the heir to the Dukedom. I sent a letter of consolation and congratulation though I heard that he was very upset at the news of his father's passing.
While I was personally leading the siege, I later received words that my Steward was able to gather extra tithe to help fund the war effort.
“Winter is coming.”
An obvious, but a profound saying by one of my Captains as the siege drew too long. Though a simple statement, it had a deeper meaning in that should we not succeed we would be in trouble as the allies of the Count were reported to march South from the Swedish March. That was when one of the soldiers came running towards me.
“Your Grace, the defenders of Eikundersund has surrendered!”
Soldiers praised it for being a divine favour as it coincided with the arrival of reinforcements from Wales though I had my reservation as being a mere coincidence. In the meantime the Count's ally attempted to lay siege to my capital, but was very well defended.
As the Welsh reinforcements arrived to join in the war effort with the main Ducal Army, other holdings fell in quick succession, surrendering to me.
Realising, the Count of Rogaland personally came to seek audience with me.
“What brings you here, My Lord?”
“You very well know why I am here, Your Grace. Here are the conditions of my surrender.”
With that, the war ended.
However, the scheme was not over as there were still other Norwegians that needed to be expelled.
As before, I raised fresh levies under the guise of regimental training and had them march towards Agder.
While we were marching, my son asked me to speak with me in private.
“How are you enjoying the monastery?”
“It is fantastic, I have learnt so many new things!”
I could tell he was lying and saying it begrugingly.
“So, what brings you here then?”
“Ugh, there's this guy I hate and want to kill him. I was wondering if I could get your support.”
“Okay... Who is it?”
“His Highness, Prince Trond.”
Speechless by his outrageous request, I had him thrown out of my sight as I continued to march onwards to Adger. Disgusted with my sons behaviour as well as his stupidity for not realising the potential this Prince could bring, I sent a letter to His Highness to come join my court as I knew that him and his brother, the King did not get along very well.
While encamped outside Agder, the Prince and I were having a drink in the main tent when I thought of a devious plan.
“I must say Your Highness, you are quite capable at boosting morale of our troops.”
“Oh it's nothing, every Norwegian Prince is expected to serve in the Army at least that is what father said.”
“I see. Now, I have been wondering, though His Highness is young time goes by very quick so why is it that you are not yet married?”
He suddenly became quiet.
“I apologise if I have insulted His Highness.”
“No, it is not you who have insulted me. It's my accursed brother! He wishes that no one will contend his rule so has devised to have all of his male siblings to become clerics so that we will be forced to a vow where we cannot become rulers.”
“I see... Well, in that case, would you mind hearing me out?”
“What?”
“I have young daughter who has yet to be betrothed to. If you are interested, I could arrange a betrothal between yourself and her where you could establish a cadet branch which would be a unification of two Royal Houses. Once that happens, under canon law, you will not be able to become ordained thus become a serious contender to the throne. To make certain His Majesty does not find a loophole, I could grant you a fiefdom in Wales as dowry for this arrangement.”
“Your Grace, you are a genius!”
The French Viking - Chapter IV
Once that was arranged, I had gained a powerful figure under my control in the Kingdom. With that done, I sent my Chancellor to deliver an ultimatum to the Count of Agder. Having seen what had happened with the former Count of Rogaland, Count Gudbrand wisely decided to concede to my demands thus avoiding another civil war.
However, it was not over yet as there was still more Norwegian nobles who needed to be expelled from Vestlandet.
Like the previous times, the regathered to rendezvous at Telemark.
Once we were encamped outside the city, the same letter sent to the Counts of Rogaland and Agder, was sent to the Count of Telemark. Though he should have seen it coming, he acted as though he was completely blindsided and outraged, refusing to give into my demands.
While Vestlandet was once again in a civil war, news came from the Levant that the revived Zoroastrian infidels have defeated the pseudo-Greco-Roman Empire of Anatolia in their war for Syria. However, due to some strange legal reasons, the new Zoroastrian ruler of Syria was forced to keep her allegiance to the Emperor of Anatolia thus changing nothing.
Almost eight months after laying siege against the Count, the defenders of the city surrendered.
Not long after, the Count himself was forced to accept my terms of surrender.
With the majority of the Norwegian Counts forcibly removed, I decided to make good on my promise and granted Prince Trond a fiefdom of his own in Wales where at the same time I declared that my bastard daughter, Douce who was betrothed to the young Prince, was my true daughter at the outrage of my wife.
Upset with my decision, my wife Gyrid, the Duchess confronted me regarding my infidelity. Not wanting to deal with this nonsense, I agreed to end my relationship with my mistress in order to appease her somewhat.
The King, outraged at my decision decided to provoke me by suggesting that my daughter Douce be raised by one of his vassals so as to have her hostage to keep me in check. Not wanting to give to the his demand, I told him to mind his own business which he did not find pleasing to hear.
With all these strange things happening, I decided that I needed to find an answer to what was going on and why I was acting the way I was including the nature of my enlightenment. Had these events not occurred, I most likely would not have taken this action.
Duke Pierre the Just
Once that was arranged, I had gained a powerful figure under my control in the Kingdom. With that done, I sent my Chancellor to deliver an ultimatum to the Count of Agder. Having seen what had happened with the former Count of Rogaland, Count Gudbrand wisely decided to concede to my demands thus avoiding another civil war.
However, it was not over yet as there was still more Norwegian nobles who needed to be expelled from Vestlandet.
Like the previous times, the regathered to rendezvous at Telemark.
Once we were encamped outside the city, the same letter sent to the Counts of Rogaland and Agder, was sent to the Count of Telemark. Though he should have seen it coming, he acted as though he was completely blindsided and outraged, refusing to give into my demands.
While Vestlandet was once again in a civil war, news came from the Levant that the revived Zoroastrian infidels have defeated the pseudo-Greco-Roman Empire of Anatolia in their war for Syria. However, due to some strange legal reasons, the new Zoroastrian ruler of Syria was forced to keep her allegiance to the Emperor of Anatolia thus changing nothing.
Almost eight months after laying siege against the Count, the defenders of the city surrendered.
Not long after, the Count himself was forced to accept my terms of surrender.
With the majority of the Norwegian Counts forcibly removed, I decided to make good on my promise and granted Prince Trond a fiefdom of his own in Wales where at the same time I declared that my bastard daughter, Douce who was betrothed to the young Prince, was my true daughter at the outrage of my wife.
Upset with my decision, my wife Gyrid, the Duchess confronted me regarding my infidelity. Not wanting to deal with this nonsense, I agreed to end my relationship with my mistress in order to appease her somewhat.
The King, outraged at my decision decided to provoke me by suggesting that my daughter Douce be raised by one of his vassals so as to have her hostage to keep me in check. Not wanting to give to the his demand, I told him to mind his own business which he did not find pleasing to hear.
With all these strange things happening, I decided that I needed to find an answer to what was going on and why I was acting the way I was including the nature of my enlightenment. Had these events not occurred, I most likely would not have taken this action.
The French Viking - Chapter V
“How does Jerusalem sound?”
“It's controlled by heretics.”
“Hmm, Rome?”
“Screw the Pope.”
“In that case, what do you think of Canterbury, Your Grace?”
“It's close my Welsh domains and we don't have to deal with the Neo-Romans down south. To England!”
"Magna Francia still occupy England..."
"What?"
"Nothing, Your Grace."
So, the journey to the tomb of Thomas Becket began.
It took a while for the ship to reach Wales from Norway, once I disembarked, I started the journey on foot. As I was walking, I heard a soft muffled voice.
“Help...”
There I saw a poor soul lying in a ditch. Cursing the bandits who did this, I decided to take him to an inn.
As I was trying to help the man walk, a knight from the Poor Soldiers of Christ of the Temple of Solomon, or the Knights Templar offered me to help which I gladly took. After taking the man to an inn, I bought the good knight a drink where we talked all night long until it was time to once again depart for my journey.
Picking up his equipment, we started to part ways though I wanted to know who this kind soul was.
“Templar, what is your name?”
“Rodrigo de Vasconia.”
After weeks worth of trekking through French England, I finally arrived at my destination where the glorious cathedral captivated me.
The local priest offered to give me a tour where I cam across a ground considered sacred. With nothing to do, I decided to try this “prayer” thing where I knelt time and closed my eyes. There I felt a divine presence. Compelled that perhaps even these divine joke which has occurred for centuries is part of the grand scheme of things, I decided to part with my cynical ways and embrace the notion that this time round I was chosen to become the hero of this generation.
Having experienced something truly amazing, I took the ship from Kent back to Norway where I decided that I have received a new lease on life.
Duke Pierre the Just
“How does Jerusalem sound?”
“It's controlled by heretics.”
“Hmm, Rome?”
“Screw the Pope.”
“In that case, what do you think of Canterbury, Your Grace?”
“It's close my Welsh domains and we don't have to deal with the Neo-Romans down south. To England!”
"Magna Francia still occupy England..."
"What?"
"Nothing, Your Grace."
So, the journey to the tomb of Thomas Becket began.
It took a while for the ship to reach Wales from Norway, once I disembarked, I started the journey on foot. As I was walking, I heard a soft muffled voice.
“Help...”
There I saw a poor soul lying in a ditch. Cursing the bandits who did this, I decided to take him to an inn.
As I was trying to help the man walk, a knight from the Poor Soldiers of Christ of the Temple of Solomon, or the Knights Templar offered me to help which I gladly took. After taking the man to an inn, I bought the good knight a drink where we talked all night long until it was time to once again depart for my journey.
Picking up his equipment, we started to part ways though I wanted to know who this kind soul was.
“Templar, what is your name?”
“Rodrigo de Vasconia.”
After weeks worth of trekking through French England, I finally arrived at my destination where the glorious cathedral captivated me.
The local priest offered to give me a tour where I cam across a ground considered sacred. With nothing to do, I decided to try this “prayer” thing where I knelt time and closed my eyes. There I felt a divine presence. Compelled that perhaps even these divine joke which has occurred for centuries is part of the grand scheme of things, I decided to part with my cynical ways and embrace the notion that this time round I was chosen to become the hero of this generation.
Having experienced something truly amazing, I took the ship from Kent back to Norway where I decided that I have received a new lease on life.
I see that Gregorios still uses Kyra's tricks to keep the Empire together. Good thing there were Zoroastrian claimants to the Syrian crown left, or the Zoroastrian Church would have probably gotten it. But where was MF or Hungary to help their Catholic neighbour?
As for Pierre - now that the vassals are dealt with, time to seize the crown!
As for Pierre - now that the vassals are dealt with, time to seize the crown!
The French Viking - Chapter VI
By the time I arrived back in Norway, the year was drawing to a close. To celebrate, I decided to hold a feast for all the lords and nobles of Vestlandet.
To make certain that my guests would enjoy their time, I decided to organise some events as well as spending lavishly on food. This way, no one could accuse me of being a bad host.
With most of the preparations complete, I summoned my Chancellor to send the invitations throughout the Dukedom.
Not long after the invitations had been sent, one by one, the guests had arrived at my castle making my court much more livelier than it usually was.
By the time the feast was over, everyone seemed to have enjoyed their time, except for one Mayor who did not enjoy the food.
Once everyone started to get back into their normal routine, it was time to get back to work. To further establish my hold in feudal politics, I once again proposed a higher level of centralisation for the realm. Though there were some opposition, it was almost immediately accepted by the majority of the lords and nobles of the Dukedom.
As I was thinking about how to establish a strong foothold in the Kingdom, I was informed of gossips on how the majority of the lords of Norge supported Prince Skofte rather than Prince Trond whom I supported to succeed should the current king die.
Finding this unacceptable, yet unwilling to place Prince Trond on to the throne against the incumbent by force, I summoned my Spymaster.
“You have called, Your Grace.”
“I would like you to go to the Capital in Shetland.”
“What would you have me do Royal Court, Your Grace?”
“Have His Higness Skofte meet his maker.”
Just as my Spymaster left for the Capital of the Kingdom, a message arrived from the King himself.
Not wishing to offend I decided to accept where I left for Shetland with my Spymaster.
After enjoying the Great Royal Feast, I retired to a guest room so that I could depart early next morning back home so that I could continue with my schemes. As I closed my eyes a frightening voice spoke to me.
“Peter.”
Feeling afraid, I decided to reply back in an authoritative voice.
“Who goes there!”
“Peter! My son Peter, do you not recognise my voice?”
Suddenly, it felt as though God himself was talking to me.
“My Lord?”
“Peter, I am very disappointed in you.”
“Why, My Lord? All I have done was to please you!”
“Then why do you seek to murder your King's brother? Do you not know the fifth commandment I gave to Moses? You seek to spill the blood of your fellow mankind for your own benefit.”
“But My Lord! The alternative is to declare war against my liege! Is that not a sin also, disobeying against my Prince?”
“Because it is difficult, you decide it would be easier to have unnecessary bloodshed. Peter, I am very much disappointed in you. I chose you to do my work, yet you disobey me to the very end.”
“What should I do, My Lord!?”
“You shall do nothing! For you insolence, you will be forgotten in history as was your forefather in Normandy. However, because I am merciful, I shall bless your successors should they choose the righteous path instead of the wicked one.”
“My Lord!”
There was silence. I was shaking, I did not know what was going on. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure in the corner of my vision.
“Who goes there!”
The shadowy figure vanished only to suddenly appear behind me. I froze, thinking it was an assassin.
“For the last time, who goes there!”
“Do not be alarmed, Your Grace. I am here to serve as a guide.”
“Guide?”
“Yes, Your Grace. For you see, we are now to start a journey to the Mountain.”
“A mountain? Where are we going? Switzerland?”
“Oh no, Your Grace. It is way further South than the Alps. We simply call it the 'Mountain on an Island'.”
“I see... In that case, lead me there.”
“Of course, Your Grace. Oh, by the way, excuse my rudeness. I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. Though I have many names, you may call me, Grim.”
Duke Pierre the Just
By the time I arrived back in Norway, the year was drawing to a close. To celebrate, I decided to hold a feast for all the lords and nobles of Vestlandet.
To make certain that my guests would enjoy their time, I decided to organise some events as well as spending lavishly on food. This way, no one could accuse me of being a bad host.
With most of the preparations complete, I summoned my Chancellor to send the invitations throughout the Dukedom.
Not long after the invitations had been sent, one by one, the guests had arrived at my castle making my court much more livelier than it usually was.
By the time the feast was over, everyone seemed to have enjoyed their time, except for one Mayor who did not enjoy the food.
Once everyone started to get back into their normal routine, it was time to get back to work. To further establish my hold in feudal politics, I once again proposed a higher level of centralisation for the realm. Though there were some opposition, it was almost immediately accepted by the majority of the lords and nobles of the Dukedom.
As I was thinking about how to establish a strong foothold in the Kingdom, I was informed of gossips on how the majority of the lords of Norge supported Prince Skofte rather than Prince Trond whom I supported to succeed should the current king die.
Finding this unacceptable, yet unwilling to place Prince Trond on to the throne against the incumbent by force, I summoned my Spymaster.
“You have called, Your Grace.”
“I would like you to go to the Capital in Shetland.”
“What would you have me do Royal Court, Your Grace?”
“Have His Higness Skofte meet his maker.”
Just as my Spymaster left for the Capital of the Kingdom, a message arrived from the King himself.
Not wishing to offend I decided to accept where I left for Shetland with my Spymaster.
After enjoying the Great Royal Feast, I retired to a guest room so that I could depart early next morning back home so that I could continue with my schemes. As I closed my eyes a frightening voice spoke to me.
“Peter.”
Feeling afraid, I decided to reply back in an authoritative voice.
“Who goes there!”
“Peter! My son Peter, do you not recognise my voice?”
Suddenly, it felt as though God himself was talking to me.
“My Lord?”
“Peter, I am very disappointed in you.”
“Why, My Lord? All I have done was to please you!”
“Then why do you seek to murder your King's brother? Do you not know the fifth commandment I gave to Moses? You seek to spill the blood of your fellow mankind for your own benefit.”
“But My Lord! The alternative is to declare war against my liege! Is that not a sin also, disobeying against my Prince?”
“Because it is difficult, you decide it would be easier to have unnecessary bloodshed. Peter, I am very much disappointed in you. I chose you to do my work, yet you disobey me to the very end.”
“What should I do, My Lord!?”
“You shall do nothing! For you insolence, you will be forgotten in history as was your forefather in Normandy. However, because I am merciful, I shall bless your successors should they choose the righteous path instead of the wicked one.”
“My Lord!”
There was silence. I was shaking, I did not know what was going on. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure in the corner of my vision.
“Who goes there!”
The shadowy figure vanished only to suddenly appear behind me. I froze, thinking it was an assassin.
“For the last time, who goes there!”
“Do not be alarmed, Your Grace. I am here to serve as a guide.”
“Guide?”
“Yes, Your Grace. For you see, we are now to start a journey to the Mountain.”
“A mountain? Where are we going? Switzerland?”
“Oh no, Your Grace. It is way further South than the Alps. We simply call it the 'Mountain on an Island'.”
“I see... In that case, lead me there.”
“Of course, Your Grace. Oh, by the way, excuse my rudeness. I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. Though I have many names, you may call me, Grim.”
Good AARs, too bad you never got to complete your goal. House Gellones will have to wait.
It is now iamme's turn.
It is now iamme's turn.
The player's Gellones seem to have less luck then the AI ones, but at least they do achieve something.
In what war is Norway involved in Anatolia to hold his feasts there? Some holy war Kolbein joined as defender? A crusade? Or is he simply the Percy's ally?
Time to move on. Fingers crossed for Vestisland or, if the African Sultanate is still around, for them.
In what war is Norway involved in Anatolia to hold his feasts there? Some holy war Kolbein joined as defender? A crusade? Or is he simply the Percy's ally?
Time to move on. Fingers crossed for Vestisland or, if the African Sultanate is still around, for them.
I really really like the current outcome of this game, so many unique empires with twisted history!
Thanks LumberKingd for your turn, kinda pity that it did not last longer for a longer time.
Fast look for lovely Europe at this stage:
For few religions it's game over at this point:
Slavic/Romuva/Orthodox/Sunni dying out.
While catholic have like 600 provs, they have only around ~50% moral authority because spaniards rulers are still heretics and Anatolia have anti-pope.
Thanks LumberKingd for your turn, kinda pity that it did not last longer for a longer time.
Fast look for lovely Europe at this stage:
For few religions it's game over at this point:
Slavic/Romuva/Orthodox/Sunni dying out.
While catholic have like 600 provs, they have only around ~50% moral authority because spaniards rulers are still heretics and Anatolia have anti-pope.
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I looked at the save and it doesn't seem like much has changed. The Irish won their rebellion against Norway and their are thousands of Fraticelli roaming in Ireland and England. Also, the current Pratihara Samrat has ruled for over fifty years and is 83 years old (!).
Lumberking, I think you only played for seven years, right? You can still keep going if you wish to.
Lumberking, I think you only played for seven years, right? You can still keep going if you wish to.
Nah, it's okay. Seven years was actually plenty though it is a shame that I could not put into motion all of my plans of becoming a kingmaker of Norway. Besides, considering how close we are at the end, I thought it would be best that others get there turn.
Might that be because of the levy bug?
Either way, I suggest we don't go on until it's fixed.
Here
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When is the next patch supposed to be out? It's been like this for like a month :angry: