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An important City?
((Late August 1468))

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Lüneburg in 1468

Charles Frederick sat on the bag of his horse. The way from Cologne/Köln to Lüneburg was long and so Charles tried to get it as fast as he could.
The horizon colored red, pink and golden, the sun was rising up. The clouds looked great in the morning light, the first birds began to sing their song. He rode alone. Or at least what alone meant for a rich merchant: Two guards, a servant and guide were riding beside him.
The group traveled through a small forest, dark trees, some deers and birds, taking close looks towards the newcomers. Then the light fell in the forest, then the trees disappeared. The look Charles had was great:
The gates of the city were still closed, big crowds of people awaiting entrance. The newly built Castle of Lüneburg, with its Renaissance Palace, on the Kalkberg, looked over the St John, St Michael and St Nicholas Church. The “Old harbor” at the Ilmenau, with its old but beautiful brick buildings. At the southwest corner of the wall were craftsmen working on a new tower. The new wealth which came with the inheritance of Lübeck changed the city's surface.
The small group rode to the Kalkberg. At the feet of the hill a smaller tower with a
stable next to it. Charles and his escort left their horses, and made their way to the gate. Two Landsknechte stood at the gate, the coat of arms of Lüneburg at their doublet, the pike
in their right hand. The gate tower was stout and two arquebusiers were leaning at the battlements.

Charles was impressed by the architecture of the building, he never had seen such a building, neither in England nor in Cologne nor in Trier.
He began to speak to the Landsknecht at the right side of the gate: “My name
is Charles Frederick Dorsey, merchant for our all duke, and I’m here to meet him to an audience. Could you show me the way in?” Charles tried to stay kind.


The Landsknecht gave Dorsey a grim look. He was a guard, not a guide. “The ducal palace is further down the path beyond this gate. It is difficult to miss. I cannot leave my post here though to guide you through the city.” The second guard nodded in agreement. Leaving the gate undefended would have severe consequences for them.

“I fully understand your concerns. And I think I don’t need you as a guide. The description you gave me was enough. Thank you!” Charles and his escort made their way through the gate.

“Farewell.” The guard saluted the stranger and let him pass.

Charles was the first inside the castle. At the left and right side of the main way the armory, the barracks for the garrison, a kitchen and several rooms for servants were placed. He searched for a while, then he saw the white building, with its red roof and the small towers at all four corners. He made quicker steps towards the palace. Some steps, the stairs up- and a pike blocked his way. Or… two pikes crossed blocked his way. Two guards stood in the shadow of the gate. They asked who he was and what his business was and eventually brought him to the throne room where Heinrich I received him after an hour of waiting.

The throne room was quite impressive. Four big stone pillars hold the roof, the walls were covered with many paintings. Some gobelins hang behind the wooden throne. Charles bowed his knee and head. The manners of the court were teached him since he was four years old: “My duke, I thank you for your grace to welcome me to an private audience.”
And Charles didn’t just said that, he meant what he had said.

“Welcome to Lüneburg”, said Heinrich. He was surprised that Charles didn’t bow as was customary but he ignored that. “Your letters were very vague, Mr. Dorsey. What is this urgent business?”

Charles wanted to say:” is this room the right to talk”, but he knew how men with power thought.
“ I lived in Cologne now for almost ten months, and please be aware that I’m still not the man who knows Cologne the best, but I know it pretty well, and so I saw what happened after the feud between Münster and Cologne. One prince-bishop against another, and Münster won. In these difficult times Cologne is surrounded by enemies: Cleve in the North, Aachen in the West, Münster in the East and Trier in the South. I had several discussions with magistrats of the city, as well as a private audience with the prince-bishop and what i heard can just be good for us. The city is weak, as well as the prince-bishop. The troops are beaten, their only ally left is Frankfurt.”, Charles took breath and prepared for questions from the duke. He was sure there were some.

“I wasn’t aware that Cologne is now in such a precarious situation. Thank you for your information. Did the war between Cologne and Münster affect the trade in the Rhineland much?” Heinrich was concerned mostly about the trade situation in Cologne, not so much about the feud between the prince-bishoprics themselves. Feuds were common throughout the Holy Roman Empire.

Charles nodded: “I thank you for your question! The situation has changed considerably: Many merchants especially from southern Germany or the Low lands changed their trade seat from Cologne to Aachen! And while Aachen is growing, Cologne is in decline. But they still have strategic advantages over Aachen.”, Charles waited another seconds to let the Duke ask questions.

“I see.” Heinrich was concerned. “It seems that we must consider Aachen’s growing importance then when it comes out our trade endeavours in the Rhineland. I suggest you inform the newly appointed Lord High Steward, Johann Bärnstein, about these changes so that he can take appropriate actions.”

“I think this matter is too important for an minister to decide, it must be you, our Duke, yourself to decide. We both know that Cologne has both sides of the Rhine under control. The current Prince-bishop didn’t take advantage out of it. But a prince-bishop, working together with the merchants of the city, could make his city great and big again. But for this they need support. And this support can be given by us! When they join the trade league, we can protect them from Munster or Cleve, Aachen shouldn’t be a problem. And so we could have a strong ally in the Rhineland which gives us more value of this hotspot of trade!”
“I suggest we move this meeting to one of the chambers. I don’t want to make a hasty decision.” Heinrich stood up from his throne and walked with Charles Dorsey to a chamber to the left of the throne room where they had access to maps, other documents and refreshments.
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Köln in 1531

“Now, you are suggesting that we invite Cologne to our trade league but wouldn’t it be more logical to move our operations from Cologne to the Free Imperial City of Aachen and support them instead of siding with a prince-bishopric that is in decline?” The Duke had to ask this question because he wanted to look at the topic from all angles. Heinrich took a sip of wine from the cup in front of him. A servant had given one also to Dorsey.

“My duke, if we take a closer look on this map”, Charles looks on a map of the Rhineland, and thanks the servant: ”We see that Cologne lies at the most important route for trade in Germany: The Rhine! Almost every trader has to use this river for his trading. And if we search for Aachen we see it lies at the almost unknown River Wurm. Aachen has just a small river to move one with ships, while Cologne has, the biggest river of the Holy Roman Empire. The men who reign over Cologne can destroy the economy of enemies by closing the Rhine for their ships. Cologne is also well-protected by the river in its back, and great fortifications to the lands.” Charles took also a sip of wine. It tasted great.

Heinrich was deep in his thoughts after he had listened to Charles Dorsey. “Wouldn’t it be a gamble though to support Cologne? If they are so weak as you said earlier then what makes you so sure that none of its rivals would invade and conquer it? Aachen seems to be protected by Emperor Ludwig II and so any operations set up there would thereby not be destroyed in the event of war for Cologne. Of course, I understand that the Rhine is much more significant than the River Wurm. Nevertheless, we should consider Aachen as an option.”

“But who lies in the west of Aachen? Castille! For the moment it is the better place to live in, but what about in twenty or forty years? A weak emperor could reign over the Holy Roman Empire, a Emperor who couldn’t withstand an Castilian ambush. Also as I already said Cologne can survive for long. The river gives the city a supply route, the walls can withstand two years or longer. Not a single state has some warships for the rhine. Nobody could blockade the river. And as soon as we show our support to Cologne, many merchants will rethink their decisions. They will see that a strong state, our state protects Cologne. They’ll see where it is better to trade. And in the meantime we can strengthen our position in the Rhineland.”

Heinrich was quite amused that Dorsey considered Ludwig II to be a strong emperor. “I see you have thought this through. I have one more question though.” Heinrich drank some wine before continuing. “What would we gain by supporting Cologne? If they are attacked we have to protect them so Lüneburger soldiers might die. I hope we would profit from such an investment?”

“I already prepared a document. They would join our trade league, but not just that they would give us better trade rights. As already said, we could strengthen our position in the region.”

“Very well. Contact High Steward Bärnstein and inform him of this plan. I want to know his opinion. Should he have objections towards your proposal we must reconsider. Thank you for coming over.”

“My duke I thank you once more for your grace to meet me and that you heard me out.” Charles left with a bow of his head.

((Thanks @delpiero1234 that he took his free time to write this IC with me. The announced letter to Bärnstein will be posted tomorrow))
((EDIT: The year is 1468 not 1486:p))
 
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A letter sent to all men and women of good standing in the Duchy.

Herrs and Dames of the Duchy,
You are invited to attend upon the investiture of FRANZ I von Raasch to the throne of Lauenburg on the 15th of October, Anno Domini 1468. The investiture will take place at the Maria-Magdalenen Church in Lauenburg by the Elbe.
Written by the hand of Anne-Marie Römer, Regent of Lauenburg on behalf of the High-Born Franz Friedrich von Raasch, Graf von Lauenburg.


((OOC: So what's going on? This is going to be a larger scale IC attempt wherein we will leave an open link to a google doc where people can come and go to as they please. The nature of this will at first be rather rudimentary, with only myself and @delpiero1234 actively posting to advance the 'plot' so to speak, and others describing their reactions and such.

If this keeps going for a longer time however, we can have branching off IC's and even an IC of the dinner table with many PC's sitting and chatting. I'll for now be keeping this thing open for roughly 48h, with extensions possible if it's a surprise hit.

So here you go.

Link.
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CALL TO ARMS BY THE ENGLISH RESPONSE
To the Honourable King of England,
The Duchy of Lüneburg would be honoured to fight with the invincible armies of England against Castile. May the their evil armies be vanquished on the battlefield.
Signed,
Duke Heinrich I von Warendorf
 
((Jacob you want to talk on the IC ?))
 
((I'd like to remind the two ministers @jacobweller and @Shebedaone to post their minister plans. The deadline for those is Thursday at 17:00 CEST. This deadline is also valid for any other input and decisions including the Cologne-Aachen topic which @BelisariustheGreat has started. Charles needs to contact Bärnstein and receive a reply from him so that we know what to do with Aachen/Cologne :)

Also, the position of High Marshal and Prime Minister are open. Hans Jäger has so far been the only person who applied to become Prime Minister. Most likely, I won't be choosing one until the next chapter, seeing as only a few months have passed in-game. However, we could very much need a new Lord Marshal with the passing of Heinrich von Raasch. You are welcome to apply for that position. If no applications are received or the duke determines the applicant to be unfit for the position then the office will be filled by the duke or one of his family members until a new Lord Marshal is found.))
 
Like in the Old Days
22 July 1468

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The market place of Lübeck

It was a sunny day in Lübeck in the summer of 1468. It had been a little over two months since the former Republic of Lübeck became a part of his son's duchy. A difficult time for Torsten who had not gotten accustomed to the new situation as well as he had hoped he would. For years he was the one who was calling the shots, the one who everybody listened to. From one day to another his influence declined drastically and so did his responsibility. While the seat of the Duchy was in Lüneburg, Torsten resided at the von Warendorf in Lübeck. His wife, his father Albrecht and his mother Gertrud also lived in Lübeck and did not intend to move to Lüneburg. The quality of life in Lübeck was excellent and it was still the economic center of the duchy. No city in the duchy came even close to Lübeck's economic relevancy.

Torsten had turned 48 on the 1st of July and was still thriving of energy. He wasn't the type of man who would sit at home doing nothing. He needed an occupation. He didn't like to admit it but he loved to work. So what could the former statthalter do in a city whose fortunes was built on a trade? Torsten walked to the von Warendorf kontor and looked for his cousin Heinrich ((not to be confused with Duke Heinrich I.)), the last-living child of the late Xaver von Warendorf. Heinrich had been running the family business ever since Albrecht had retired. The business was quite successful - salted fish was still in high demand and so was the hemp which was imported from the Baltic coastal cities, especially from Riga. After all, the shipbuilders in Lübeck required a lot of hemp for ship ropes.
Especially, the English required more food provisions for their army due to the on-going war with Castile. As an ally, Lüneburg shipped wheat and salted fish, among other nutrition directly from Lübeck to the Low Countries.

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A map of Hanseatic trade routes

Torsten used to work in the family business before becoming involved in politics but it had been years. He fears that he was slightly rusty when it came to trading, seeing as he had neglected that for so long but his motivation was high and when he stepped into the kontor to meet Heinrich, his fear wasn't notable. His cousin had not expected to see Torsten at the kontor and was surprised by his visit and even more by him wanting to be involved in the family business again. The time at the kontor had changed Heinrich. No longer was he frequenting brothels. He had become a serious business man and Torsten was, despite being family, a competitor. Heinrich was calling the shots here and Torsten's presence could undermine his own power. His problem though was that he couldn't decline Torsten's offer to help either. After a long negotiation the two cousins found a compromise. Torsten would be responsible for the operations in Lübeck while Heinrich was in charge of all remaining operations, including import and export of goods. Many of the goods were sold directly in Lübeck at the market square in the city center as well as the docks. Torsten was happy with the outcome. He would work as an influential merchant again, like in the old days before he was appointed as statthalter.
 
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Charles quickly wrote a letter to Johann Bärnstein.
Good High Steward,
i'm Charles Frederick Dorsey, merchant for this glorious Duchy and i sent you this letter to inform you about actions that took place in the Rhinelands.
The Prince-Bishopric of Cologne got defeated by Münster and lost all his territories except Cologne and the sorrounding lands. As an result of this events many Merchants moved from Cologne to Aachen, but Cologne is still the better place to trade. If we would get Cologne into our trade league we could increase our local trade power there, and it would give us an option to strengthen our Position in the Rhinelands. Please think about my request and have in mind that Cologne would grant us better rights to trade.
Most humble
Charles Frederick Dorsey
Merchant for the Duke of Lüneburg
 
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((Guys I'm just gong to observe the AAR for a bit as my time is being eaten up by other things. I will probably return as a playing character at a later date.))
 
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((Count me in))
 
The Race Part 1

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A painting of a horse race

Iskandar Effendi had only been at the court for two years now but had already gained much political favour with the Sultan. The Sultan had met him at a Horse Race in Damshiq the Sultan had been conversing with Mamluk diplomats in Damshiq and so when he heard there was a horse race to be held in the City he came to watch the event.At that time Iskandar had just been kicked out of his home by his father for heathen conversion to Sunni Islam and had only been allowed to take the belongings currently on him and his clothes. He had with him only enough money to take him to Tunis where he did odd jobs to pay for money to board a couple of ships and hitch a caravan to reach Damshiq (Damascus).There finally out of money he heard of a Horse Race with a Reward of 500 Gold Dinars thinking it a sign from Allah he decided to participate in the race.Now Iskandar leaped onto the Horse and prepared for the announcer to shout "Begin" but instead he heard the announcer's voice shout out to the crowd "The Sultan of the Ottoman Empire has arrived to watch the event all bow before his Magnificence Sultan Mehmed Fatih". Getting Down from his horse he bowed towards the Sultan after maybe a few minutes he got back on his horse."Begin !!!" Shouted the announcer and Iskandar's horse leaped across the desert sand outpacing Ibn Ahmad the young Bedouin Sheikh from the Arabian Peninsular (He had met Iskandar about Two months ago in the Bazaar he had boasted that his Horse was the fastest in all of Dar Al Islam).After outmanouvering and outpacing five riders he was finally in second place only Hormozd Alizade the son of the local Shia Ayatollah who had come here from Persia was in his way.Iskandar then took out from his pouch a small bag of rocks while his horse was still charging ahead he took three rocks and threw them at Hormovd's steeds galloping legs.The Horse Injured from the rain of rocks fell to the ground and Iskandar galloped ahead to Victory.The Sultan who had been observing each contestant called him up personally after Iskandar had been given his reward by the Announcer who also was the Muezzin of the Grand Mosque.
((Approved by @delpiero1234))

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a painting of the Vizier with one of his wifes at the height of his political power
Name: Iskandar Yahyaoglu (Efraim Bärnstein)
Birth-Date: 8 May 1434
Religion: Sunni Islam
Biography:
Efraim was born to the loving parents Johann and Eirene Bärnstein in the 8th of May 1434 he was the twin to his elder brother Avraham.Efraim was always the most religious of his family but he was also the most open minded of his Family he would learn about other religions such as Catholicism and Islam and debate it either with a friend or by himself.But this was the cause of his conversion to Sunni Islam and subsequent Exile from his families ancestral home of Lubeck by his Father Johann Bärnstein who so ashamed and angered at his sons conversion kicked him out of the family home.Efraim then changed his name to Iskandar and using his money boarded a ship to granada but by the time he reached granada he realised he could not complete the Hajj or Pilgrimage to Mecca because he lacked funds.Johann then worked odd jobs and managed to earn enough money to hitch a caravan to Damshiq where he won a local Horse Race and was invited by the Sultan to Constantinople where he rose to his position of Third Vizier.
((OOC Note: he can’t be interacted with as he is a purely IC character))


 
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The Investiture Pt. 1
The Ceremony

The Church of Mary Magdalen in the town of Lauenburg by the Elbe was a surprisingly humble place to hold an investiture for a county that held within its Ratzeburg Cathedral and within it the Bishop of Ratzeburg, the highest ranking ecclesiarch of the Duchy. Strangely, the modest church overseen by a Priest still managed to hold within it the crem de la crem of Lüneburger society, and a good number of the remaining Lübeckan ascendancy.

As the minutes tick by, the people begin to arrive and take their seats, with the future Count and his mother nowhere in sight. He would arrive some time later, and be guided to the altar where the priest and Duke would bless him, anoint him and invest him with his lands and titles.

Johann opened the door of his carriage and stepped out into the courtyard of the Church a building of the Romanesque style . A month ago he had received an invitation by the regent of Lauenberg to the Investiture of the Count of Lauenberg. Johann with his small retinue walked in to the Church which was already packed with a assortment of wealthy merchants,visiting nobles and foreign diplomats. Johann sat down in the second row with his children Dana and Elijah dismissing his guards except for one.

Hans had tried to arrive as early as he could to the investiture. It was a momentous occasion for the von Raasch family, and for the Lauenburg area in general. He had even taken the liberty of picking the finest wine from his cellar as a gift. He disembarked from his carriage, and stepped down onto the grand avenue outside the church. He carried a small sword for defence, but he was not expecting to need it. This was a happy day. He walked into the nearly full church, gently pushing his way to somewhere near the front. He spied a seat in the third row, and start moving towards it. He sat down, and waited for it to begin.


Duke Heinrich I and his wife Irmingard departed from Lüneburg five days before the inauguration ceremony of the new count of Lauenburg by carriage and horse. A few dozen guards accompanied them. The duke rode for the most part of the journey. He had always enjoyed horse-riding and was trained at riding a horse when he was just a little boy as part of his military education. Together with two knights who flanked him he lead the group. His wife Irmingard preferred to be in a carriage. The journey to Lauenburg was tiresome and once arrived in Lauenburg, the duke and the duchess rested at one of the city's mansions close to the River Elbe.

Johann waiting for the count looked around the church seeing his son in law Herr Hans sitting only four seats away from him.Johann got up of his seat and waved at Herr Hans he made his way to Hans seat and greeted him “Good Afternoon Herr Jager.”

“Good afternoon Johann, and what a lovely day this is. I trust you are well after your illness?”

“Yes i have recovered from my ailment by the grace of God.”

“Splendid news! How go the preparations for the wedding on your end?”

“To please both communities i have invited both rabbis from Lubeck and some catholic priests from as for the food i have personally arranged a order of moroccan food. “

“Thank you for agreeing to deal with the food. Moroccan sounds delicious, I have not had it in a while. I have received an offer from Rudolf von Königsfield to baptise Amira, as apparently it is not proper for a Catholic to marry a Jew. I decided to leave the decision to Amira, as I am not fussed about what the court thinks of me. However, if you think otherwise, you can choose if she is to be baptised.”

“That is her decision Herr Jager i have myself converted to catholicism though not for religious reasons.”

As Johann and Hans speak of their lack of piety in front of a congregation in a church, an assistant priest and a few of the others around them give them strange looks that range from the quizzical to the murderous. Clearly this was not the place to speak of their heathen ways if they meant to leave the church alive.Sensing that the situation was tensing Johann sat back down in his seat and began conversing with his son Elijah.

On the day of the ceremony, Heinrich and Irmingard went to Maria-Magdalene Church where the inauguration was scheduled to take place. When they stepped out of their carriage, some other guests had already arrived. They made space for them and the two walked into the church. The guards kept their distance but stayed always within reach. After greeting Anne-Marie Römer and the young Franz von Raasch, Irmingard chatted with the other noble women who attended the ceremony while her husband talked to the count's mother a little while longer.

As Duke Heinrich entered the rear alcove where Franz was being prepared for the ceremony, he spots Anne-Marie Römer fuzzing about. Franz had according to tradition spent the night at the church.. Alone, clad only in a linen robe and praying to god for wisdom and strength in his new task. For a boy of nine years, it was quite the achievement that he had managed not to fall asleep, and was still standing as the nuns prepared him for the ceremony by giving him a few bites of bread and some watered down wine to ensure he did not pass out.

“Your Grace.” Anne-Marie greets the Duke with a curtsey,”Thank you so much for coming all this way.”

“I am happy to be here. This is an important event in the life of young Franz and I am happy that I can be a part of it”, said Heinrich to the count-mother.

“Still, it must have been an effort and we are grateful, both for it and the continued friendship between our houses. Now, may I or my son help you with something?” Anne-Marie smiles somewhat coyly.

Heinrich wondered if Anne-Marie did not feel as a Warendorf anymore. After all, she was the granddaughter of the late Xaver von Warendorf. “I would like some refreshment if that is possible? Or will there be some after the ceremony for example at a banquet?”

“Ah yes.” Anne-Marie responds,”Refreshments are available at the back of the cloister, though the Holy Fathers obviously demanded that the wine be concentrated before being drunk. A banquet will be held afterwards at one of the former Saxe-Lauenburg estates.”

“That is good to know. I hope you will get accustomed to your role as regent. Lauenburg is an important province for my duchy. It lies between Lüneburg and the economic center Lübeck. Especially now in times of war Lauenburg might have to take in the army when it passes through the the province. So far, it hasn’t been decided in what ways we’ll be helping our allies in England but I assume that troops will sooner or later reach Lauenburg.”

Anne-Marie, a woman of her age had little knowledge of war, even if her late husband had oft talked of strategems and some captain or the other. As such she could barely comprehend the idea of troops or what it took to supply them, but a lady through and through, she knew what loyalty meant,”Of course, your Grace. Myself and my son shall see to preparing some provisions as well so that any army of yours that passes through here will want for nothing.”

“Seeing as your son turned eight today, I brought him a castle-forged sword. Now, I understand he is still to young to wield it but once he gets older he might make use of it.” Heinrich looked at one of his guards who brought the sword to Anne-Marie. “Where can he put the sword? It’s quite heavy and I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself with it.”

Anne-Marie was delighted by the sword. Well not by the fact that it was a sharp piece of iron meant to gut a man, but by the idea of a gift, and her acute mind was already thinking it through as she speaks,”Much gratitude, your Grace. I believe if your Grace might wish to make it a gift, you might touch my sons shoulders with it upon the coronation and give it to an armsman of his when he rises… to represent the martial duties of a Count to serve his Duke whenever called upon.”

“Of course, I shall do that.” Heinrich smiled and returned the sword to the guard until the time would come to give it to Franz.

Gauging the Duke’s mood, Anne-Marie decides to speak of the Parliament after the investiture at the banquet and nods to the nuns whom are almost done preparing the young Count.

“I believe we may begin soon. I trust you’ll join us at the high table on a seat of honour afterwards? I believe we have much to talk about.”

“I’d be honoured to do so. My wife Irmingard will be there, too. She is currently chatting with other women over there.” Heinrich points at the left corner near the entrance where the duchess was interacting with other noble women.

Johann spotting the Duke walked over to him “ Good Morning your grace I hope you are well ?”

Heinrich had just finished his conversation with the count-mother when Bärnstein approached him. “Lord High Steward, it is good to see you here. The investiture of Franz von Raasch as count is a wonderful event and so I am doing quite well. How was your journey to Lauenburg?”

“It was very uneventful i prefer walking or riding a beast of burden then sitting holed up in a carriage.”

“I see. I traveled on horse myself while my wife was in a carriage.” Heinrich paused. “I must say you are looking splendid today. I take it you are enjoying your new position and got accustomed to life at court?” Heinrich changed the topic, seeing as Johann’s journey seemed to have been rather ordinary.

“I humbly disagree your grace some in your court are abit rowdy.”Johann smiled at the Dukes compliment. “ I Thank your grace for your compliments.”

“Ah, well, you still have some time to get accustomed. If you see that the work is not for you then you can always step down again.” Heinrich felt insulted by the High Steward’s comment.

“No your grace i have taken this position only to serve your grace’s interest.”Johann sensing disapproval “ But those of your court that are rowdy are nothing in comparison to the decadent parties in some other courts i apologize if my comment is insulting in some way.”

“I see. I will get some refreshment now as I intended to do so before we started chatting. You can accompany me if you are thirsty. If not, we can chat after the ceremony at the banquet.”

“Thank you Your Grace but I have to some business matters to attend to with a local merchant.”

Heinrich saluted the High Steward and walked over to refreshments-area.

With all the important guests having arrived, the ceremony was set to begin. Everyone was instructed to take their seats by the priests, whilst the Duke was brought to the altar to stand besides the bishop, and his family was guided to the front row of pews.

With everyone at their designated places, the Bishop steps up and making the sign of the cross and saying its blessing in language of the Church: Latin.


“In nomine Patris, et Fili, et spiritus Sancti. Amen.”

The signal for everyone to pray for a brief moment causes the church to go quiet as people lower their heads in reverence, fake or not and whisper in their minds their words to God.



Finally, everyone's heads are lifted and the bishop, clearing his throat speaks out again
,”God, in his infinite goodness, and the Duke in his infinite wisdom now send to us a prosperous life and rule under the High and Mighty, High-Born son of Lauenburg: Franz!”

The name is pronounced louder than the other words and acts as a signal for Raasch party at the rear alcove, causing the youth emerge clad in pure white linen robes he’d worn the previous night, flanked on one side by his mother the Countess-Regent and on another an armsman wearing the Raasch livery. The boy is tall, taller than most of his 8 years, but not by much and that is offset by his gaunt appearance. Clearly not a man to toe excess even in food.


Walking down the aisle towards the altar, he does his best to appear regal and gives respectful nods to the visitors he recognizes;or were instructed for him to recognize his mother.


Meanwhile at the altar, The bishop leans into the Duke’s ear, giving brief explanation on how things were to proceed
,”First, we’ll say the lord's prayer, I’ll anoint him with oils and ask of him an oath to the Holy Mother Church, then you’ll accept his offer of filial loyalty and invest him, before granting him that beautiful sword as a sign that he is expected to rise up in defence of thine realm when the time comes.” Smiling, the bishop looks on as the boy approaches.

When Franz reaches the altar, flanked by his entourage, he falls to his knees before the bishop and Duke, licking his lips which look dry already. Clearly the exertion of staying awake all night and day is much for one so young, but he looks determined to see this through. He blinks several times in surprise when the bishop opens a jar of holy oils and paints the sign of the cross on his brow, before once again speaking in Latin the Lord's Prayer, urging all whom speak Latin to join in.


“Pater Noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem sed libera nos a malo. Amen.”

“Franz Friedrich of the House of Raasch. Do you swear to be be a true and faithful lamb of God,and stand in defence of The All Mighty’s flock and rule in justice and peace?”

Licking his lips, Franz speaks out,”I do” allowing the bishop to continue.

“Do you swear to respect the laws and customs of the land you are to reign and rule in, and protect the rights and privileges of the Holy Mother Church?”

“I do.”

“Then, I… Bishop Johannes of Ratzeburg bless thee the rightful leal lord of this land.”

Stepping aside for the Duke to do his part, The Bishop looks upon the gathering with pride.

Heinrich had the sword in his hand and was ready to invested the count. “Franz-Friedrich von Raasch do you swear your loyalty to me?”

“I do, my liege.” Franz utters.

Heinrich invested Franz with the sword he gifted to him. “From this day until your last day you shall be named Count of Lauenburg. I grant you this sword. May it prove to be useful to you when the call for battle comes.” He gave the sword to an armsman, seeing as it was heavy to carry for the boy.

“Thank you, your Grace.” Franz smiles at Heinrich, and begins to rise from his kneeling position, helped by the armsman and his mother. Once he had arisen, he turns to face the crowd whom clap, ending the formal ceremony.

Stepping to the front, Anne-Marie smiles and speaks in a louder voice,”
The banquet shall take place some miles from here, so everyone who wishes to join should follow the carriages. All assembled are welcome.”

With that, the Countess-Regent guides her son towards the exit and towards the manor, intending to make him a bit more presentable before the feasting begins. This gives people another moment to chat as people begin to head towards the manor house...

Irmingard had watched the ceremony next to the other noble women. She smiled when the duke invested Franz-Friedrich. Her husband had told her once that the friendship between the late Heinrich von Raasch and her husband’s father Torsten was the reason for why Franz-Friedrich became count - he was a lucky boy, for sure.


((Thanks to all involved parties. Now Pt. 2... the banquet begins under the same document here. Even those who didn't join in on this one can jump in and just note their characters were quiet on the background. I'll be making an intro post soon))
 
Johann had been going over the records of state when he had received a letter from an English Merchant of the Duchy named Charles Orsey
Dear Merchant Charles Orsey,
I hope you are in fine health Charles as for your Letter I agree that Cologne is of more Strategic import than Aachen but i still have some doubts it would appeal to me if you were to visit my Villa in Luneburg so as to properly explain your reasoning behind such matters
Yours Sincerely
Lord High Steward Johann Bärnstein
Johann annoyed at Von Rennenkampf's obvious stupidity or daring wrote another letter directed at him
Dear Herr Von Rennenkampf
I am aware that the deal was that you had to give me 5 Ep for the Synagogue in return I would give you 13.5 Ep
Yours Sincerely
Johann Bärnstein
 
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The Ducal Palace of Lüneburg

November 1468


Hans once again walked up the straight gravel path to the Ducal Palace. He did not come this time bearing news, quite the contrary. He had been summoned by the Duke, Heinrich, for purposes relating to the National Assembly. He knocked on the door, and waited for an answer. A guard opened the door, and upon recognizing Hans, lead him to the throne room. Hans took a bow, and made his greeting. “My Duke, you called for me?”


Heinrich had arranged for a meeting with Chancellor Jäger about the vacant prime minister position. They met in one of the meeting rooms in the ducal palace
“Lord High Chancellor, I would like to talk about your offer to become prime minister of Lüneburg.”


“Of course, your Grace. I trust you have had time to consider the offer?”


Heinrich drank from the cup which stood on the table before him. “Yes, in these times of war I would like the duchy to be more stable and the appointment of a prime minister would help in that matter. Even though we had our disagreements, I always valued your opinion highly which is why I believe you would make for a good prime minister.”


“Thank you, your Honour. This is a matter of great honour to me, and I shall not let you, or the nation down.”


“I am confident that you won’t let us down. It is a great honour to become the first prime minister of my duchy but it is also an honour you fully deserve.”


For the first time in years, Hans was speechless. He was the Prime Minister. He had come from a merchant family in Berlin, to a noble, and Prime Minister. He could not comprehend this happening. But it was.

“Hans? Are you feeling alright?” Heinrich wasn’t sure if these news had shocked Hans. He seemed speechless.


“No, sir, I am fine. I was just thinking about the war with Castile. If I may be so inquisitive, why did you honour the alliance? The English have done nothing on our aid.”


“The purpose of having the Yorks as our ally in my opinion is to deter foreign powers to attack us. We proved loyal to the English and I am convinced they will come to our defense if one of our enemies dares to attack us.”


“But my duke, we are aiding the English in an invasion of Castillian sovereign territory. We are not defending English soil, but send our citizens into the Lowlands to seize territory from the Iberians. But to what gain? We show our loyalty, at the cost of how many lives? And what if the Castillians turn their eyes on us? They have the men to simply raze our cities to the ground.” Hans thought it wrong to aid the English in a war of aggression, loyalty or not, when Lübecks’ gains were to be mimimal.


“Hans, we have an alliance with the English and promised to help them when we signed it as they promised to help us. Our allies have supported us in our wars of aggression before. Take a look for instance at the war against Verden in which we seized Stade. Bremer and Hamburger troops aided us in that conflict.” Heinrich got the impression that Hans understood little about wars and honour. Breaking an alliance would make him a traitor.


“And English troops did not. Why sacrifice the lives of our troops for a nation that did not support us against Verden, or Lüneburg. They would not have joined then, so why should we join them. While honour plays a large amount in it, why should we support a nation that has not supported us previously, and is not likely to support us again.” Hans sensed that the Duke was getting slightly annoyed at Hans, so he decided he would step back a bit.


“I disagree with your assessment. Alliances are not meant to be broken on the first occasion. In the four months that have passed so far, not a single Lüneburger has died due to the war with Castile. Our support in the war is for the moment through our navy which has been deployed to blockade Castilian ports in the Low Countries.” He paused and showed Hans a map which was in one of the drawers. “If I would assume that all of our allies would betray us when we are in need of their help then why have alliances in the first place? I trust King Arthur to support me if a foreign power attacks us and I trust him to honour a call to arms for an offensive war in the future, too, now that we have done the same. This is all I have to say about this.”


“If you wish for us to no longer speak on this issue, that is fine. I can see your point of view, and it is very reasonable. You are in charge, and it is your decision, your Grace. Is that all you wish to speak about?”


“With your appointment as prime minister, I suggest you notify all the lords of the duchy of your new office. In the near future, I would like you to find a replacement high chancellor and a new Lord Marshall.”


“Of course, your Honour. Good day to you.” Hans took a bow, and turned to the door. He was escorted out by one of the guards. Names started whizzing through his head. He had though the Torsten von Warendorf would make a good chancellor, as he was experienced in diplomacy, but past that, he was at a blank for the moment. He would work it out later. He walked down the avenue, to the main road, and caught a carriage in to the National Assembly. He would need to have some time to work this out.
 
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A Short Meeting of State Affair
a joint IC between me and (@BelisariustheGreat)



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Charles went through different corridors. He took advantage from the times he stayed in Lüneburg to meet with the High Steward. Johann Bärstein had invited him, to meet him in his Villa. The guard at the door had sent him to the Salon at the right flank of the building.Johann had been eating his Breakfast when Charles stepped in to his Dining Room


“I must apologize Herr Dorsey i am eating when you have arrived probably tired from your journey sit down please make yourself at home.”Johann waves at a servant to bring water

Charles was pleasured by the kind Johann Bärstein. He felt like this could be a good meeting, with a positive result: “I thank you for your kindness, High Steward. But, if you allow me to start, we could come in Medias res and I would begin to get you into my thoughts.”

Leaving his food on the dining table Johann stood up and spoke” If you will I have a room for us to discuss in which is more proper for this sort of things Herr Dorsey.”Johann led Charles to a room filled with maps and records of trade and state records. Two men were already there working hard on the records of the state : a monk and a hired scribe.

Charles nodded with his head to the two men, then he looked over the different tables, read some documents, took some maps, moved to a table free of any records or maps and rolled everything he had in his hand, out: “Herr Bärstein, please, come to the table. You can see, we have two different tables, one with the ships leaving Cologne, and the same type of table for Aachen. We can see almost 150 ships, to be more exact 146 ships, left from Cologne to different harbors at the North Sea and the Low Lands. In Aachen we see 56 ships leaving Aachen towards the Lowlands.but we have to remind that this document is from 1459. The second document we’ll take a look on is from the last year: From Cologne 79 ships, from Aachen 121 ships left.”

“Interesting but i cannot see the relevance Herr Dorsey please explain further most of my trade was not based in the Rhine but in England and Iberia so please forgive my ignorance.”

“I understand you. You see, Aachen never got the importance Cologne had. So what does this say’s to us? That Cologne is the better place to trade. We could bring stability back to Cologne when we invite them into our trade league. And even more when we start to trade there. Many merchants will see, that the most successful merchants in Germany are trading in Cologne and would rethink their decision to leave Cologne for Aachen.”

“Yes I see your reasoning Herr Dorsey it is Sound Judgement i guess this is the end of this meeting Herr.”

Charles Dorsey left the Estate and promptly prepared for his journey home thinking his Visit was well received. he was in joy.
 
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My Lord,
i hope this letter doesn't disturb you, but i want to inform you that The High Steward Johann
Bärstein accepted my plan. I thank you for the audience.
most humble
Charles Frederick Dorsey
Merchant for the Duchy of Lüneburg.
 
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