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Excerpts from the “History Of Our King’s Ancestors: 770 A.D. – 1453 A.D.”

Chapter II: The Deposed and The Count who would live on

(810 A.D. – 817 A.D.)

Ye year 810 of our Lord, Pepin bore his illegitimate son Bernard of Italy, nephew of Emperor and King of all the Franks, Louis the Pious. King Bernard of Italy and his wife, Cunigunda, had their one and only son ye year 815 of our Lord named Pepin, ye honor of his father. Bernard’s liege, Louis the Pious, placed his sons into positions of power of the Frankish Empire, which he inherited with the death of both his other brothers, Pepin, father of Bernard, and Charles. Lothair was to be Emperor of Lombard, while Bernard would be King of the subkingdom of Italy.

Instigation by Bishop Theodulf of Orléans and a subordinate position gave King Bernard Casus Bellum for war. Though his great Marshal, Bohemond of Modena, urged, King Bernard refused to go to war and surrendered. He wrote later in his letter to the Emperor:

“Tis my solemn wish to go in peace before those who wished me not,”

When he arrived before the Emperor under a letter of safe conduct, Emperor of the Franks, Louis placed him on trial, without his knowledge as he stood before him. He sentenced the King of Italy to death by blinding. His son would mourn his death as Pepin became nothing more then a count of Vermandois, the titles being stolen by the Emperor. Louis the Pious would seek his penance for what he considered a sin and did so before his holy father Pope Paschal I, and a council of ecclesiastics and nobles of the realm. Thereafter, the Carolingians of the Vermandois, having been taken out of power twice, would continue on with a grudge, all the while with a claim on the throne of the Franks and Italy.

Pepin I, the Lesser, Count of Vermandois

Pepin born ye year 815 of our Lord was the first count of Vermandois, lord of Senlis, Peronne, and Saint Quentin. Pepin, the Lesser, appearing as count in 834, would support Lothair I against Louis the Pious, to avenge his father’s death and serve his liege, as Lothair I was now King of Italy and Emperor of the Lombard, with an extension of other titles given to him by his father, Louis the Pious, placing him before his other sons.

His marriage to Bertha Nibelung gave his lands ye significance with the Nibelungid territories so added. Upon Pepin the Lesser’s death he left his oldest as Bernard, count of Laon, Pepin II, decedent of the hitherto generation, count of Vermandois and lord of Valois, and Herbert I of Vermandois.

Pepin II, the Obscure

Pepin II, born ye year 846 of our Lord, became count of Vermandois upon the death of Pepin the Lesser, and was known for doing very little and died in 893. Very little of anything happened of importance. He bore a male heir, Robert of France, who married the then countess Beatrix, his sister. Hitherto Robert of France became the pure blooded heir of his position and had no sons with his sister.

Herbert II, Count of Vermandois


At the death of Robert of France ye year 902 of our Lord, saw no male heirs, his daughter, Hildebrante of France, married once again a member of the Vermandois line, Herbert II lord of Péronne and St Quentin de Monte her cousin once removed. His father was Herbert I of Vermandois son of Pepin I and probable grandson of Theodoric, his mother was Bertha de Morvois. His marriage to Hildebrante of France gave him the county of Meaux as well as Vermandois. In the year 918 of our Lord he was also named Count of Mézerais and of the Véxin.

With his cousin Bernard, Count of Beauvais and Senlis, he constituted a powerful group in the west of France, to the north and east of Paris. A group of ambitious barons by the year 922 of our Lord eyed the then King Charles III, the Simple, with scorn. When they together crowned Robert I, brother of Odo, king, King Charles III was outraged and attempted to quash the rebellion. Herbert imprisoned King Charles III in Chateau-Thierry, then in Péronne at his defeat in the battle of Soissons the next year.

On the death of Seulf Archbishop of Rheims, in the Lord’s year of 925, with the help of King Rudolph, he acquired for his second son, then only five years of age, Hugh the archbishopric of Rheims, which had a large inheritance in France and Germany. In the Lord’s year of 926, on the death of Count Roger of Laon, Herbert demanded this County for Eudes, his eldest son. He settled there, initially against the will of King Rudolph and constructed a fortress there. Rudolph yielded to pressure to free king Charles III, whom Herbert still held in prison.

In the Lord’s year of 930, Herbert took the castle of Vitry in Perthois at the expense of Boso, the brother of King Rudolph. Rudolph united his army with the army of Hugh, marquis of Neustria, and in the Lord’s year of 931, they entered Rheims and defeated Hugh, the son of Herbert. Artaud became the new archbishop of Reims. Herbert II then lost, in three years, Vitry, Laon, Chateau-Thierry, and Soissons. The intervention of his ally, Henry the Fowler, allowed him to restore his domains, in exchange for his submission to King Rudolph and at the loss of Reims and Loan.

Chapter III: Those who would breed Kings

Otto, the Ambitionless

Otto, Count of Vermandois, was the son of Herbert III of Vermandois and Ermengarde, born in the Lord’s year of 979. He married Pavia and had three sons with her. During this time the last Carolingian left the throne of France. Though Otto Carolingian was, within all rights, an heir to the throne, he was thwarted by an election during the fall. Grande lands and armies of the Capitan Dynasty proved a persuasive tool in the nobles’ decision.

Otto died peacefully ye 1045, without any claims on the throne, figuratively or literally. His son Herbert IV was given Vermandois, Eudes I the Insane became a courtier in his brother’s court, and his other brother, Peter of Vermandois, was part of the new court as well. Herbert IV now had placed upon his shoulders the choice to die in ye obscurity or to grab, with new found oppurtunity, thou dynasty tis due rebirth.
 
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This story will be told from the perspective of the count, I appolgize for my technique. Italics are used for thoughts.

The Legend of the Vermandois

Chapter I

"Brother, how nice to see you, new robes?" Remarked Eudes to the one he called brother, Herbert, who stood next to him. His gleaming robes from the fresh sunlight betrayed a reality of a fair count. In contrast to his brother's leather armor, the mud on the road and the wood village, he looked rather princely.

"Indeed, brother, and I see God allows your locks to continue their retreat," In eyeing Eudes balding head, realizing where the title Eudes the Bald had originated, whispered the count. They both made their way through the busy market square, men called out with their prices and beggars for a rich man's pouch. One of which grabbed onto the count’s hand,

“Please sire, please, just one ducat…” the man, his cloths in tatters, hanging on the count, cried out. Promptly the count threw the other’s hand from its grasp on his and continued down the market square.

"Get your beautiful pelts here!" said a rather out of place trader, he was covered in what he sold; a scarred face betrayed him as a hunter.

"The Pagans have moved in again," noticing the trader, the count grimaced.

"Wait, what about my retreating, what was it you said?" exclaimed the count's brother.

"I have to say, your perception for the obvious is why I place you in charge of my vassals," said the count, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well thank you brother, you know I never miss a beat," said his brother, not realizing both previous remarks had been insults. It was in that the count realized the state of his realm. They hadn't any roads like those of Paris in this dreary place, in fact not even a stone wall guarded the town, only the wooden palisades placed there by his long dead uncles.

"We live in a poor land, don't we brother?" remarked the count, noticing a beggar in tattered robes as he shoved passed Eudes.

"Hey, watch it!" cried Eudes, not hearing the question, "What was that brother?"

"Oh, nothing, just see what is built around us, my inheritance and like our father I have yet to do anything with it," Another grimaced betrayed itself on Herbert's face, looking back and forth as he did at the wooden village, his keep of sticks at the end of the street.

"Oh, brother, don't be so hard, we live in more lavish style then the peasants ever dreamt of," remarked Eudes, fingering a man at a stand, his cloths covered in dirt.

"Again, your persuasion for the obvious state of this country amazes me," pessimistically the count went on.

"God has a plan for all of us," His brother matter factly assured.

"Was it God's plan for my family to live in this... this rut," the count said as they got to the gate. His brother was fiddling with his pouch as he realized it no longer was there.

“Bloody little beggar…!” Eudes cried out as he ran down the street after the beggar, leaving his brother at the gate. Oh how poor a land I have been given.


Whew!
 

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Glad to see a Carolingen AAR. I tried a game as them myself but ended up giving it up. Hope you can put the Empire back together again.
 

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This story will be told from the perspective of the count, I appolgize for my technique. Italics are used for thoughts.

The Legend of the Vermandois

Chapter II
1067

Herbert, stood upon his Keep of wood, affixed, on the blooming forestry of the Senlis, hunting season had begun. It meant fresh pelts for winter and new stores to tax.

"The Oise almost makes the Saxon forests alive," Eudes remarked, forcing Herbert off his distant thoughts. Herbert said, "Indeed, but it breaks like a great brook or river falling off the mouth of a cliff, spring has arrived to my dreary little parcel," bringing his attention to his brother, learning to squint his eyes again as he looked right into the sun. The sun gleamed off Eudes receding hairline, off his balding scalp

"Brother, if you had the whole of Alba and Saxon, you would be still unhappy," Eudes said, leaving, for once, an argument won. Trying to change the subject, Eudes started to look around the courtyard before the outside of the Keep.

"See that," He sighted a doe, the count immediately whipped his head toward it, it standing in the courtyard by the time he noticed where, "there a doe, to the east, you know, from here, you can see the Keep of Reims." Herbert clinched his teeth at the name. He learned of this Bishop, he restrained any emotion, but bared his teeth.

"Indeed," In a hushed and controlled voice, he continued, "the false bishop, aye. Brother, hear this, it is my wish to... to..." He tried to exclaim his ambition to his brother, gripping, with the splitters well known to him, into the palisade. Eudes calmly said, "And what is your bidding milord?"

"What, before us, was our Ancestor's bidding?" More of a statement rather then a question, Herbert presented it as he continued to survey the expanse before him, the challenge before him. After a long while the father would perhaps get his chance, the tale of Herbert is a long one and one that takes a talented hand to tell.



No... I'm not trying to win best drama...
 

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Eudes the lesser, eh? Not a great sobriquet!
 

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This part will be told from the perspective of Eudes, the Bald, I appologize for my technique. Italics are used for thoughts.

History Of Our King’s Ancestors: 770 A.D. – 1453 A.D.​

Tragdy, death and marriage, all in two years struck the court of Vermandois as it changed, it would define the House itself. A letter can compose few different meanings then that of which one writes. The count, noting his brother's virginity, wished his brother to wed. Eudes, The Bald, was sent to Burgundy, in arriving he met with the Duke, alongside his brother.

The Legend of the Vermandois

Chapter III
1067-1068

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"I tell you brother, he is a rather plump man, I fear his daughters will be the same," Whispered Eudes an aside to Herbert, he chuckled at his brother's insecurity, Eudes continued, "His nose is as big as Norsemanland, I fear brother, I fear," Herbert shook off the terrible insult, but laughed at the comparison. He remained quiet to just a moment before being directly in front of the Duke.

"They do contrast, don't they?" Herbert said finally as they approached the Duke. Women of the Duke's realm lined the walls on either side of him, men, most likely guards, stood along the same walls, as did his diocese bishop and chancellor. He seemed to keep his advisiors away from him, possibly for fear of assiassination.

"I greet the Count of Vermandois, Lord of the Senlis, brother of the venerable Eudes, the Bald was it, I think?" The Duke laughed, his belly giggling, he enjoys to torment the lower of him, thought the Count. The Count kneeled before the Duke, bowing his head in reverence, his hair covering the humiliation he revealed on his face.

"Ah, good to see the Carolingien line can know humility," the Duke's belly rumbled again as he amused himself. Herbert imagined his sword dancing out of its sheath and by some force of God rather than man and plunge it into the Duke's gut.

"So, Eudes, you wish to recieve one of my daughter's hand in marriage?" The Duke said, whispering to one of the courtiers close to him. There was a moment's hesitation in Eudes answer, Herbert noticed his brother try to see their faces, no doubt for the ugliness he feared. Herbert held a chuckle back, while his brother failed to see, the women of the Duke wore veils to hide their faces.

"Well!?" The Duke asked, rumbling impatiently, he raising his voice to emphasize his question.

"Of course milord, I accept," Eudes said, through grated teeth, he continued in an aside to his brother, "I shall hope for county one day."

"Now, let me greet you as Burgundy would have you," the Duke said, leading the way to his lavish banquet room.


Eventually, Eudes and a courtier named Constance de Bourgogoe, who was a daughter of the Duke, fell in love. Her deficiencies, a hairlip and vengeful attitude, did little for the two in their decision. Though, her attitude was so drearly noted in early january, 1067 A.D., when a midwife who, one day, simply glared in the direction of Eudes, she disappeared, returning to the villiage streets with her eyes removed.

It, however, would not stop their love. Though, she did have a trust for her husband that was so great, Eudes barely noticed the disappearings. He would simply toss rumors off as worthless gossip. Eudes and Constance would return, in early Febuary, to Vermandois in order to wed.

While, just before, a scandal had rocked the court in which the son of the count, Eudes, The Lesser, had impreganted a midwife. There was real fear Eudes, The Bald, would be confused for The Lesser and his marriage would be ruined. Fortunately it, instead, brought attention off the boy and began happy times for the count and his subjects.

These happy times converged into an event in March which would give the Carolingien line real power in an already chaotic time, where power and land would shift quickly.
 

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Sounds like an exciting chapter coming up, full of the Carolingens seizing land- which is their birthright afterall.
 

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This part will be told from the perspective of the count, I appologize for my technique. Italics are used for thoughts.

History Of Our King’s Ancestors: 770 A.D. – 1453 A.D.​

As opposed to the pivotal year of 1066 of our Lord, of which culminated in the fighting the French into submission in Normandy and turning point of the Battle of Hastings and a Norman, William the Conqueor, taking the throne of England. In the year 1067 of our Lord, France would parallel its English cousin with radical internal power shift.

After the marriage of Eudes and Constance, a funeral would follow with the Duke of Valois, Raoul II de Valois died, leaving no heirs to his Dukedom. Immdieately, a de Valois took his relative's lands, meanwhile a messenger was sent on his way to the Keep of the Count of Vermandois.​

I'm stuck in this year... I'm afraid...

The Legend of the Vermandois

Chapter III
1067-1068

After the marriage of Eudes and Constance, a funeral would follow with the Duke of Valois, Raoul II de Valois died, leaving no heirs to his Dukedom. Immediately, a de Valois took his relative's lands, meanwhile a messenger was sent on his way to the Keep of the Count of Vermandois.

"Sire... a messenger... from the court of Valois has come," a Page knelt at the foot of the count, breathing heavily.

"Do you have it?" Herbert asked, he propping his chin high in the air, unaware of the Page and his breathlessness, except for the panting. The messenger came into the room, he wore a leather vest, a cloak of green, attached by a bracket at the neck, swathed behind him as he knelt to the count.

"Milord, excuse my intrusiveness, but I my lord the count of Amiens and Vexin bid me give you this message personally," Impatiently explained the Page.

With an astonished look the count said, "Does this mean the Duke is dead?" Herbert quickly ripped the seal from the letter, he collapsed in the small chair that sat in his court.

The next day he met with his brother, Pierre, the bishop and chancellor Adelaide.

"Pierre, brother, Adelaide, cousin, my grandfather-in-law has died,"

"Oh my, we must give the family tribute and good words to get through these hard times," Pierre thought out loud, thumbing at his mouth.

"All in good time, brother," Herbert, usually restrained, looked overjoyed and impatiently paced back and forth, "This leaves his court in shambles and I," The bishop listened attentively, as did the Chancellor, "With the title of Valois." Both looked astonished as they realized, but as usual the Chancellor, a woman, sat quiet as though a grey eminence.

"I want to rub it into the faces of the Dukes of France," A playful grin fell on Herbert's face as he stopped and put his hands on the back of his chair, "I am to officially receive my title by the court of the King, this means my place there is secure,"

"At the court of Kings again brother," said the Bishop, impatient himself to embark on the journey, any journey for that matter, "Indeed, I shall go out into the east, to Burgundy."

"Milord," Herbert's cousin stood and curtsied, sitting back down she continued, "This gives me the perfect opportunity to tell you that the count of Chalon wishes a perpetual peace through his alliance with our court to protect his holdings from the Saxons, shall I make good on your promises?" The Chancellor asked innocently, her intentions of her place unknown to Herbert and Pierre, like a fox, thought Herbert, hunts a chicken.

"Indeed cousin, go forth both of you," finished the count, perhaps Duke of the King's court.


History Of Our King’s Ancestors: 770 A.D. – 1453 A.D.

Both the diocese and the diplomat would go out into the lands of Francia, both searching for a different cause. The bishop held a secret in the realm of Burgundy he would never have told a count, let alone a Duke. Love, in all its forms, seemed to have made the year of our Lord 1067 a turning point in the House of Carolingien.​
 
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