Finland, 1141
Sigeric shivered, despite the heavy coat he wore to protect him from the elements. It was the winter of 1141, and Finland was not a nice place to be.
Sigeric cursed the pagan Finns under his breath. The damned heathens had held out longer than he and Marshal Edmund had anticipated. What should’ve been a simple campaign had turned into two years of fighting. Instead of falling over against the vast power of the Empire, the Finns had put aside their differences and joined together to drive out the Anglo-Saxons.
It had started out so good too, though Sigeric. He’d been riding high after instituting the feudal system, and had convinced his Norse vassals to support him in what he assured them would be a quick war against the Finns to the east. And it had looked to be quick; the Finns fought each other almost as much as they fought the Anglo-Saxon invaders. But somehow, they’d dragged the war out until the winter. The winter. It had destroyed the unprepared Norse armies. Disease and attrition, combined with regular raids by the Finns destroyed Sigeric’s armies and left Sweden and Norway open for invasion by the Finns. The moment the Finns touched Norwegian and Swedish soil, Sigeric’s Norse vassals made peace with the Finns. Worse still, the traitorous dukes had gotten together and voted that Olaf Stenkilsätten the new king of Norway-Sweden. It seemed Olaf had connections to both the Stenkilsätten dynasty and the dead Yngling dynasty, and was seen by many as the true ruler of both Norway and Sweden.
Sigeric ordered the mobilization of every soldier in the Empire, while ordering the loyal Danish troops to hold their ground at all cost. To everyone’s surprise, the Danes were able to beat back several superior Norwegian and Swedish forces before finally being defeated after their supplies of food and water ran out. But they had done the Empire a great service: they’d forced Olaf the Traitor to focus on them while Sigeric prepared the invasion force.
Campaign map of the War of the Traitors. Red arrows are Flemish/Friesian soldiers sweeping into Denmark and up into Norway. Purple arrows are Anglo-Saxon/Scottish troops coming down from Scotland and into Norway. The green arrow is a Flemish/Friesian/Scottish/Anglo-Saxon army moving into Sweden.
Olaf had seemed surprised when he’d come to England seeking peace with the Empire and Sigeric had refused him.
“We demand the crown of Denmark and that you give up your unrightful claims on Norway-Sweden,” said Olaf.
“Never!” Sigeric had yelled, pounding his fist on the wooden table, “Norway and Sweden rightfully belong to the Empire of Britannia! They are my inheritance!”
“We have driven you out of not only Norway-Sweden, but also Denmark! How could you hope to stop us now?”
“The Empire, Olaf, is vast and strong,” said Sigeric with exaggerated patience, “I have the power to call on hundreds of thousands of troops. I have the finances to continue waging war on you and the rebellious dukes. We shall see who breaks first.”
And, two months later, Sigeric marched back into Denmark and pushed the traitors out, bringing the loyal Denmark back into the Empire. Nearly five months after Olaf had offered peace, Sigeric was looking the traitor in the eyes, saying the words, “Kill the bastard.”
The old dukes of Norway and Sweden were hung for treason, and loyal Anglo-Saxon and Danish dukes were put in charge. But, the Empire was still at war with the Finnish tribes.
And thus, two years after war was declared on the Finns, Anglo-Saxon troops once again crossed into Finland, this time with the intent of actually winning. And so, here was Sigeric, sitting on his horse in this disgusting wasteland, contemplating the years that had brought him up to this point.
“Sir,” said Marshal Edmund, forcing Sigeric back into the real world once again, “the heathens, they have broken. I really think that this may be what we were waiting for. I think the heathens are splintered!”
Sigeric wouldn’t have paid two cents for what Marshal Edmund thought; the man clearly had no grasp of strategy, but he was the best the Empire had to offer. Still, maybe just this once he’d get something right. Stranger things had happened, after all.