- Jun 23, 2005
The dark ages have descended upon Europe. The light of noble order that was the Empire has faded. In every corner and at every turn unwashed barbarians squat in the squalid remains of civilization built by minds far greater than their own. The order of righteous and God given hierarchy is turned upside down. Lowly usurers style themselves Kings and Emperors. Infidels gather great libraries of books written by others and think themselves learned for it. Powdered Greeks strut around like peacocks behind their walls and think themselves Romans. Peasants refuse to pay dues to their Lords. The words of the Pope go unheeded.
It was not always thus. There were once men who upheld the natural order. Men who held the barbarians and infidels at bay, who held the usurers and peasants in their place, and who heeded the word of God and his representatives. These men were the descendants of Carloman, anointed by the Vicar of Christ to bring order into the chaos. And for many generations they fought to spread the word of God and peace of Christ into the deep distant lands of the North and South. Holding the bastions of civilization against Vikings and Saxons and Andalusians alike. Their rule spread from the Bretons to the Slavs, from the Danes to the Catalans. And for a time Europe saw peace and just rule, the nobles were chivalrous, the priests holy, the peasantry and burghers content and obedient. But it was not to last. Greed and insolence took hold in the hearts of men. And one by one the heirs of Carloman fell to intrigue and poison, until there were none left to stem the tide of chaos. Their land were beset by vultures, with any wealth or virtue striped from them, and on their thrones and in the capitals of the old Frankish kingdoms now sit de Poitous, de Bourgognes, Capets, Bosonids and Salians. And they all rise against each other with fire and sword in the name of profit and prestige. The lands burn and the Angels weep, as darkness yet again engulfs light and pagans gather at the gates of Christendom.
But in a far off frontier holdfast, upon a throne of simple wood, sit Eudes de Vermadois.
Last of the Carolingians.
MP thread <- Non-AAR talk here please, new players welcome.
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Chapter 1, part 2
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