Royal Court of Portugal

[AugCaesar]

A letter arrives from Valladolid it bears the Royal Seal.



His Royal Higness Joao II Duarte, Rey de Portugal,

I send my highest praise to your Highness and thank again you and all of your subjects for the assistance lended me in defiance of the infidel, be they rebel or foreigner. I am glad to hear both from you and my cousin Juan that your men fight well and have lost so little life in these battles, despite brave and resolute action. My men have suffered, but so is the fate of men war weary and so long tried as them. I have faith that this victory shall signal a rebirth in their spirits and the gains of cannon and weaponry from Sevilla and Gibraltar will find them better equipped to squash the remainder of these rebels. Of that I shall, as I have, allow my capable Marshall to work with your General Antunes and your majesty to see the war ended.

More importantly I ask your leave that I may visit you at your court, along with my those of my court essential to me. We have many issues to discuss, and I should like to have a better chance to learn of my greatest ally than I had in our first and briefest of encounters here in Valladolid. I should set off at first word that you shall have me and hope then to meet your lovely Queen, the Russian I have heard so many fascinating rumours of in regards to her wit and beauty. I should also like to entreat as to possible suitors for my own marriage as I have for to long put off that necessity, and as I do so long for a family. Before all this triviality though there is the grave matters of war, and of our holy faith and of that I shall be most desirous to gain your council. I await your reply patiently.

Enrique IV de Trastamara, Rey de Castile y Leon

 

[N Katsyev]

Royal Court at Sintra​

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The visible emotion in Joao's voice touched her as few moments of emotion really did, which only made her tears come more freely. Liza held her arms that much more tightly in the embrace and smiled despite her tears at the feel of his lips against her cheek, the smell of him, mixed with his breath and clothes. It was one of those intimate moments that one loves simply for themselves and the realization of the powerful attachements that love can use to bind two souls in permanence.

She nodded slowly at his words and only backed up slowly, to look at him through icy blue eyes clouded with tears. Doing so, she only smiled more and nodded again sniffing, "Thank you... ", she said weakly, "I'll miss you." she added touching his lips with hers, still trembling.

His voice came again, she could feel it in his chest against her breast. Lost in the moment it took her a moment to realize what he was actually saying. And it was only his movements that clued her into the presence of their son. Turning she saw the face of her child and with her hand touched at her cheeks, her salty tears wiped onto her little fair hands. The boy with mixed curiosity approached at his father's beckoning and took his place at his father's side, under a protective arm he leaned his face up against the man's chest and gave his mother a curious smile saying in perfect Portugese, "What's wrong mother?"

Liza, leaning now on Joao's shoulder with one arm draped around his neck smiled more in that adoring way one smiles at a child, "Everything is wonderful Petya. Soon, when we have your brother or sister, you and I are going to go on a long journey. We are going to visit your uncles Volodya and Yuri, even seen my own father." Liza grinned and touched the boy's chin, "And I will have to be there with you to make sure he spoils you just as much as he spoiled me as a little girl." Liza winked at the child and gave Joao a knowing smile as if to say, 'And spoiled me long after...'

 

[I Killed Kenny]

The treasurer

Giovanni Panettiere, a banker from Languiso, a small republic in the Italian peninsula. When the Duke Inferii invaded the republic all the Panettiere family had to go to exile. They had family in Portugal so they went here. Soon his father started working for the Royal Family and now he is dooing the same, Giovanni quickly became the best account the Kingdom has. For that Reason King João choose him to be the kingdom's treasurer.

After he made his counts he runs, in his still young legs, to speak with the king. The king was playing with little Pedro with the boy's soldier probably killing some more moors.​

Giovanni enters in a broost Pedro and João stop playing and look to the young account João nods his head once like asking the man to speak what he does in the second after "I am sorry for entering like this majesty, but I have great news. The books give me great news indeed."
João who was not happy by the way Giovanni entered made an hand sign like ordering the man to continue quicker, what Panettiere did "Well my lord the economy is booming like never before. Never not even in the golden years of King Reginald our trade flourished like this. This is an golden year. That is for sure your majesty. Our treasury won just in trade 1.000.000 Reais "
João stops playing and slowlly opens his mouth in admiration, he knew trade was gooing well, but not as good as this. He stands up and speaks "Good, I mean Perfect, this is a great news for everyone." the man replies forgeting any kind of kindness "Yes mylord it is true. The wise capitalizations you did, the new deals and the trade of Africa made our treasury grow like never before and even the people are happy with this, the bourgeoses are happier then ever, even the small pleasents can see the good your rule is giving to Portugal!"
"Excelent! Excelent" says the King. "This are wonderfull news my plans for the country are working. And now the reform I wanted to make in the Fleet can finally be made!" João is smiling, small pedro is smiling also seeing the happiness in João's face, small Pedro then speaks in a perfect Portuguese "Father, father when will I see the fleet?" João looks to his son he makes a fake angry face to him, to which Pedro replies with "I am sorry, I mean Your majesty, my father, when can I see the fleet?" João gave such a big smile that he opened his mouth hidelly, and huged his little child and whispered "Exaclly like that my son." João then kissed the cheek of Pedro in a sign of genuine love João grinded and said "And we shall soon see the fleet" then looking to Giovanni who was suprised to see the respect Pedro showned to his father, João says "Thank you for the great news you may leave now"
As ordered Giovanni bows and leaves to his quarters where more accounting was needed.

 

[AugCaesar]

A letter arrives from the King's caravan.



Joao II Duarte King of Portugal,

Good friend I write you several days voyage out from Penafiel, but the going is slow, we shall not make it for most likely a few weeks time. I should like though to keep you informed so that you can avoid the headaches that so often accompany these types of visitations. I would hope to avoid all this pomp, but you do know how it pleases the people and with this long war I feel it is important they see Castille as a strong ally, rather than a beleaugered and trying sponge. Indeed I feel there are still great things in store for us and know that us two, still young shall live to see much fortune for our Kingdoms.

Enrique.

 

[I Killed Kenny]

Preparing for the meeting

João reads the letter adressed to him in his quarters, after the second read ( he loves to read twice ) he calls for one of his servents to enter because he had to speak with him, when an unnamed servent enter João was allready up and quickly spoke​

"Please prepare the main road from the palace for the arrival of Enrique king of Castille I want 10 miles from here beautiful, if necessary re-stone the all road!" says João in an autoritary way to the poor servent who simply nods "Also I want two, no three of the biggest banner we have in the all country. I want big banners with my Royal Simbol. Also! I want a smaller, not much smaller but smaller banner with the Castillian Simbol!" the man simply nods trying to remeber everything "The two big Portuguese banners are to be put on the Road, the other banner and the Castillian are to be put near the main door. And try to find smaller banners, more like flags, to be put all over the audience room. And an other, but this time bigger for the King's quarter"
For the first time the servent speaks "My king and where will the King Enrique stay?" quickly João replies "I don't know, put him in the biggest and most beautiful quarter which it not ocupied by the royal family! Also, I want you to call for Chancellor de la Braga, I do not know where he is but I want him here for the meeting."
The servent nods and waits for more, he continues looking for the King when João replied "You may leave now." and makes a sign with his hand.
The man bows and leaves trying to remember everything, while João was thinking to himself "I really need to find a interior designer"

 

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- EVENT -

Continued Revival of the Fleet

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With the choice of Rodrigo for the position of the leader of the Discoveries, the Portuguese King made clear he wanted the exploration back on track, even with all the current problems in the Mediterranian Sea. Because of the problems, the Discoveries altered their route, not to the South to the unknown, but to further explore what had already been found. Perhaps the fleet would find better places to trade and make profit. At the same time, the Portuguese fleet was performing drills and exercises all week, every month, so it is prepared for anything, or so the admiralty hopes. With the superior designs and build quality at the navy’s disposal, who knows to what heights the Portuguese may rise?

MODIFIERS:
Portugal spends 2 current sea mil and 2 current econ.
+1 to roll for continued good RP.
Positive end of table augmented due to success of previous, related event, although only to a slight degree since it was the work of a previous player.

TABLE:

1. Thinketh the good people of Portugal: “What is the king doing? Investing in the navy? We have a war on land right now! We should not turn to the seas with the war so near Portugal! We should use soldiers, not sailors!” Nobody, even sailors, believes in these ideas.
(-2 morale to Portugal for 1 year/4 turns)

2. The sailors don't have the morale, nor support, nor practice enough to continue with the Discoveries and the drills. The new military ideas are not received well and are considered too modern, or simply unusable. The Portuguese faith in their navy is harmed.
(-1 morale to Portugal for 1.5 years/6 turns)

3. The sailors do their best but it is simply not possible to create the navy the King wants. The support for this idea is low. (-1 morale to Portugal for 1 year/4 turns)

4. A minor success, even with all the money invested. The plan do not go as well as expected. The Portuguese navy may be improved, but not to the degree the King intended.
(+1 tech to Portugal for 1 year/4 turns)

5. A satisfying success, the investment was well-spent. The results are not quite as good as the King dreamed, but still, those involved are happy. The new tactics are learned easilly by the navy and its ranks grow with more and more people wanting to join. Portugal is becoming a major player in high-seas endeavour.
(+1 tech to Portugal for 1.5 years/6 turns; +1 starting sea mil to Portugal for 1.5 years/6 turns; +1 current sea mil to Portugal; 1 current sea mil, which was spent on the event, is returned unspent.)

6. A major success. The Portuguese navy is finally the one everybody hoped it to be. The new techniques and tactics together with regular drill and practice make the Portuguese navy a match to be feared by any foe. Seeing this, more people from Portugal and even other places in Europe come to join and invest in the navy. Portugal is becoming synonymous with high-seas endeavour.
(+1 tech to Portugal for 2 years/8 turns; +2 starting sea mil to Portugal for 2 years/8 turns; +2 current sea mil to Portugal; 2 current sea mil, which were spent on the event, are returned unspent.)

ROLL: 5 + 1 = 6

RESULT: A major success. The Portuguese navy is finally the one everybody hoped it to be. The new techniques and tactics together with regular drill and practice make the Portuguese navy a match to be feared by any foe. Seeing this, more people from Portugal and even other places in Europe come to join and invest in the navy. Portugal is becoming synonymous with high-seas endeavour.
(+1 tech to Portugal for 2 years/8 turns; +2 starting sea mil to Portugal for 2 years/8 turns; +2 current sea mil to Portugal; 2 current sea mil, which were spent on the event, are returned unspent.)

Portugal spends 2 current sea mil and 2 current econ. The 2 current sea mil are returned unspent, though, as per the table above.

 

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Into the own hand of His Honour Manuel de la Braga, Duke of Coimbra, Lord High Chancellor of the King of Portugal.


M.,

Come then. Come, if you want. Come, if you dare. If not -- I understand. Now, in the dawn, alone, I myself am afraid of what I have become. Or maybe not afraid, but rather scared. It’s like as if I were just an observer of myself, crouching somewhere deep within my heart, as if someone else were controlling my body. This someone else relases me only at night, when all is silent and I’m all alone. Then I am free to be afraid. To be worried. To be scared.

My army fought a battle today. A real one, not just some skirmish, all the banners were shown. They won, though they had to pay dearly for it. Then I met my children I thought to be dead. They’re alive. I guess this is good. Then we had a long and tiresome discussion with my commanders. Sometimes I feel they’re all against me: Karl Wittelsbach comes with his ideas about ‘organized forces’, citing Iulius Caesar and Tacitus, telling stories about de Guesclin connétable, d’Hallot is just staring at me with his piercing glance, and even though he says nothing, I very well know that he wants me to feel ashamed and guilty. And while I would even want to, I can’t.

Anyway, that discussion lasted for hours. It ended well after midnight. And now the sun is rising, and I am still to sleep. And I have a headache. And I’m sleepy. And I’m weeping, I’m sobbing like a baby, and I just can’t stop it. If this is to be alive, I would rather be dead.

Come. You’ll have a place amongst my commanders. I don’t care about the gossips, I need someone I can rely on. In the war council and elsewhere. Come. Come. Come.


Love,

A.

 

[I Killed Kenny]

Interin Chancellor

In Sintra all was still quiet the preparation for Enrique were almost finnished. He would receive as the king he was. The greatest ally of Portugal was about to enter the Royal palace. The messengers said that in less than five days he would be there.
But that did not bother the king he knew that in less than two the palace was ready with all food and quarters prepared for his royal majesty.
What bothered João was not Alfonso who was somewhere hiden.
What bother was the rumor of a great clash in the North and the disapering of the faithfull Manuel.
And what bothered even more João was the bigger rumors of a culture clash in Granada. Some traders said ships from Egypt Fez and Orania where comming. He was not sure, but he was sure that if they where there to attack Castille and the army of Portugal was there a battle would happen a very big battle, probably the biggest the Portuguese army ever saw since the last cruzade.

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Seated on his throne, something that he did lots of time, a man enters the audience room he is a messenger he bows and enters he gives a letter to the king and gives one step back the king opens the letter where he read "To your higness El-Rei Dom João the second of Portugal, from his majesty's Chancellor Manuel de la Braga"
João reads it and re-reads, as it is his habit, after reading it he makes an angry face and orders with his hand the man to leave.
He quickly summons Andre Rodrigues, a minor noble in the royal court, a very experianced one who was there since Durte 22 years ago. He was probably the most experianced noble in all court.
When Andre entered the throne Room allready with the flags of Castille and Portugal all over it the face of João was once again normal, he enters and slowlly bows because his 58 years allready showned that he was not so young "Did your majesty call for me? he asked with with normal voice João replied "Yes, noble Andre I called for you"
Andre nods and replies "So what your majesty's needs? If may I ask whay was I called?" João replied with "You hace served faithfully the Duarte family for years didn't you?" the noble nods "Very well I am giving you the most important assiment ever, because our noble chancellor decieded to leave us for some time" he looks to his right hand where he have the letter of Manuel "He will not be the one caring for his majesty King Enrique, so very well I order you to be in interin Chancellor untill Manuel de la Braga is back." the king stands up but continues to speak "You shall work as the chancellor, people will come to you before comming to me but all and every decisions must past by me first, is that clear?"
Andre nods, he would be the 'chancellor' but without any real power, this was an empty position, the king simply did not trust him that much, he was allways a minor courier without much work. "Yes my lord that is clear"
"So be it then." replied back the king now taking his sword form the place where he allways keeped it he then made a sign with his left hand, the hand that was free, showing Andre that he should step foward, so he did and as he did João puts his sword in Andre's right shoulder and says "I nominatee thy, interin high chancellor of the Kingdom of Portugal." with such words it was official, untill Manuel comed back to Portugal from the great clash in Burgundy Andre would be the chancellor....

 

[N Katsyev]

Queen's Bedroom, Sintra​

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"Shhh, Father, mother's sleeping... ", quietly whispered the little Prince nustled under his mother's fair arm, his finger to his lips as his father was brought in from the corridor outside. The room was dark but at the same time unusually warm, not unbearably but not comfortably either. One of the nurses approached Joao and smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder, "My liege, congratulations... She's made it through okay... she's resting, there they are... " Beaming in the darkness, the nurse pointed to the two small cribs next to the large bed where the infants slept.

Both were curled into little balls, the light blankets draped over their tiny bodies. Aleksandr simply lie silently, still and breathing softly. Joana however was constantly squirming in her sleep, pawing at her own little face with her tiny little fingers. Their mother, pale but hidden by the darkness slept just as deeply, so tired from so many hours of labour. Pedro carefully moved out from beside his mother and went over to Joao, wrapping his arms around his father's arm and smiling up at the King, "I have a brother and a sister!"

 

[I Killed Kenny]

João walked slowlly to the bed room all his body was tremeling. When he enter the room he quickly tries to find his wife. But a nurse goes and speaks to him, from his face an enourmous smile happear. He could not believe in that he would be father again but this time of two! He walks quickly towards Liza's bed when Little Pedro Stops him​

He grabs him and with all his streght holds him in his arms who were still shaking a bit. He lisens to what his son said and replies "Yes you have little Pedro! You have! Isn't this wonderfull?" little Pedro simply nods full of excitment. "Let us see the queen" João slowlly walks to his wife with Pedro in his arms he bends over and kisses her in the right cheek and whispers to her right ear "Once again my Love I am proud of You. Two more angels. I love you so much" He did not know if she heard him but he then slowlly walks to his new children when he goes and sees the crib of Alexandre he puts Pedro on the ground and looks to him "let me see your new brother." João smiles and looks to the little baby sleeping peacefully. He is afraid of touching him so small, so beautiful so perfect. The king then looks to the other crib, with a name Joana writen on top, "Thank God I ordered 2 named cribs to be constructed or else..." He then looks to his daughter, squirming, and thinks to himself "I am so bleased, she is so beautiful and I am sure she will very strong!"
João then looks to Pedro, he puts his knees on the ground so he is more close to Pedro's height and hugs him and says "Oh my son we are blessed!"

 

[Lord E]

A letter arrives from Paris

Unto El-Rei Dom João the Second king of Portugal and the Algarves, King of Far and Near Sea in Africa

Your Majesty, dear friend

We have heard the news from Your Majesty’s great victory over the Heathens, and We felt proud that We can call Us Your Majesty’s friend and ally in this great day of victory. As Your Majesty states We have promised each other aid, and therefore We will be willing to honour Your Majesty’s request. As We are sure Your Majesty know We have already loaned 2000 ducats to the King of Castile, and We would be honoured to contribute to Your Majesty’s struggle as well.
All We need to know is how much Your Majesty need, and then We will instruct for the gold to be delivered to Your Majesty at once!

Written in own hand in Louvre, Paris in the year of our lord 1454

Louis XI, par la Grâce de Dieu Roi de France

 

[Lord E]

A letter arrives from Paris

Unto El-Rei Dom João the Second king of Portugal and the Algarves, King of Far and Near Sea in Africa

Your Majesty, dear friend

We have received Your Majesty’s letter, and We have at once order the escort of armed guards to Vendee, and one of Our ships will bring it from there to Portugal.
We hope the gold will aid Your Majesty well in your struggle, and that Your Majesty will emerge victorious over the Heathens!


Written in own hand in Louvre, Paris in the year of our lord 1454

Louis XI, par la Grâce de Dieu Roi de France

 

[Voshkod]

A letter arrives from Jerusalem, it's seal a stylized dragon surrounded by Chinese script.

In the name of God the merciful, God the wrathful, I, Odchigin Sacha, Caliph of All Islam and Almohad Emperor, greet you, King Joao II.

Your participation in the action in which my predecessor became a martyr has angered all of Dar al-Islam. Further participation in Castille's war will lead to your nation's economic ruin, for all trade routes to the East will wither, and all agreements you have with faithful nations shall be sundered.

Remain at peace with Islam, King of Portugal, and prosper.

/s/Odchigin Sacha

 

[Voshkod]

A response from Jerusalem.

In the name of God the merciful, God the wrathful, I, Odchigin Sacha, Caliph of All Islam and Almohad Emperor, greet you, King Joao II.

The battle, while tragic, is not of consequence to this matter. I simply offer a warning that if you enter the war against Algeria, Fez, and the Mameluks of Egypt, your eastern trade will die.

Dar al-Islam does not want war with Portugal. Portugal should not desire war with all Islam.

Remain at peace with Islam, King of Portugal, and prosper.

/s/Odchigin Sacha

 

[Voshkod]

Another response from the Caliph:

João Duarte the second King of Portugal and the Algarves, I meant no insult with my warning. It was simply to inform you that all Islam is united, and an attack on any state of the faithful will be treated as an attack on all. I truly hope Portugal will remain aloof in the ongoing war, and that in a time of peace we can speak in more polite terms.

/s/Odchigin Sacha, Caliph of All Islam and Almohad Emperor

 

[I Killed Kenny]

Battle for Granada part I

Disclaimar: What is about to be reported is one side of the Story, the Portuguese side, some parts are not confirmed by the other sides. And the dialogues between other parts that are not Portuguese may never happen. For that I apologize right now.
And so the story beggins​

In the Year of the of Lord Jesus Christ 1454 in the 30th day of July the biggest battle ever seen in this century in Iberia happened in a laked city in Granada, the name was not recorded by any of the people involved, in the end even the victorious armies of Christ wanted to forgot the slaughter of so many man.


General Antunes was in the Catilian basecamp when the first scout arrived. The castillian entered the tent sweating and breathing rapidly, the Marshall of Castille quickly said in castilian "What happened man? Speak! Are they here?" The man put his both hands in his knees, because of the tireness, looking down he replied "Yes they are here! They decieded to attack us by surprise. They are many I would say they are 3 000 strong, They have probably 500 more man that we do. But I was informed it could be worse. It seemed our ally the holy pontiff destroyed many ships and men at high sea." General Antunes looked happy to the Marshal and replied also in catillian "It seems we really have crist by our side" the Marshal replied making a nervous Smile "Yes it seems so." he looked to the man once more. The scout was up again but coughing because of the long and quick ride he made "But continue what can you tell us?" asked the Marshall, wich the man replied "Sir, they are on the other side of the City, preparing to defend it. It seems that some light infantary from Malaga is here to help. They are under the banner of Fez." This time the Marshall stops the man "Those will be the firsts to be slaughtered!" General Antunes then smiled and replied "This men here will make it even more easy to assault the Fortress!" "Yes it will!" quickly replied Juan the Marshall, now looking to the scout to whom he started speaking "Man you may leave now, go rest a little you will be needed soon! I want a scout group at the top of that montain as soon as possible!"
The man bows and leaves. General Antunes commander of the 690 Portuguese soldiers speaks one last time "Juan, it is time, both our armies are ready! It is time to give hell on them!"

The General calls his horse and rides away quickly looking one last time to the Castillian Army, this would be the last time he would see that day all those man, so few would survive.

Antunes rode quickly to his camp, allready his troops where ready. Everything was in place. His swordmen where in place, all with their hands nervouslly holding their swords and pikes, this where not mercenaries but the cremé de la cremé of the Portuguese men. All equiped for war, all far away from their families.
The general decieded to speak to his troops, a small speach but the speach that would lead them to victory. "Men! Look to your banners what you see that is the Cross of Crist! We are Portuguese and proud to be Portuguese because of that Cross! The simbol of your forefathers! The simbol of the Cruzaders who conquered our lands from the moors. The same moors who are now invading them again.
We are not fighting for Castille. We are fighting for Portugal! And for Portugal we will win this battle! For Portugal we will carry this cross to Africa and from Africa that Cross will never get out! For I José Antunes General of Portugal will if necessary carry that cross my self! This will be a dificult battle, but we will win it! And in the future many will speak about us.The turning point of this war! The battle who led the Armies of Portugal to Africa!
For the King, for God, for Portugal!" every soldier from the richest noble to the lowest ranked soldier scream an "Hurrah"

General Antunes Raises his sword to the Sky and then lows it, pointing to the city where the battle would happen. "Let's go men let's go!" With this words 500 Portuguese Heavy soldiers run to the battle field and right behind the Heavy cavalary followed, 190 of the best horsemen in the kingdom.

As General Antunes looked to his left seeing the armies of Castille advancing very quickly the cavary was allready advancing too fast. It seemed they wanted to kill the rebels very quickly. "He is beeing a foul! He should not have done that. He really want the rebels to pay" thought José to himself. He had no time to waste so he ordered the troops to move quickly!


*** On the other side of the battlefield ***

An scout in the top of the montain, was seeing the battle field in secret when the tired scout arrived there to see the enemy. The tired castillian speaks to the other scout "So man tell me what did you learned about the enemy?"

"Well Xavier" started the lonelly scout "They are heavy in cavalary. I would say arround 580, 300 horse archers 120 light desert knights and 160 heavy knights who look more European than anything."
Xavier replied, "Well, Marshall Juan have arround 300 European-style Knights and 250 Jinetes." The other scout noded and replied, I know but look, you see there? "They have then 500 Heavy soldiers and 500 light soldiers, they will not be easy!" Xavier smiled and coughed. "Well his majesty have 1100 midle equipded soldiers, so I can say we are even!
"But Xavier! replied suprised the castillian "You are forgoting the Fezians and the rebels!"
The tired man looks down to the rebels and spit in their direction with all the streghts he still hold in his chest

"Xavier over there, as you said 500 rebels and 300 more light infantary. They will be toasted! But the big problem is overthere" Xavier follows the hand of his commerade and sees the man of Fez with their bows and speaks "Yes, the Berber archers" the other man stoped the otehr by saing "yes, exacly 500 of those bastard!" "This will be a very dificult battle, yes" replied Xavier now, less tired.
"*look look* they are advancing! You need to warn the General! They are trying to flack our troops! you got to go Xavier! Go and warn the Marshall!"

Once again Xavier was on his horse riding as quickly as he could. He had to warn Marshal Juan!

To be continued​

 

[I Killed Kenny]

Battle for Granada Part II

Disclaimar: What is about to be reported is one side of the Story, the Portuguese side, some parts are not confirmed by the other sides. And the dialogues between other parts that are not Portuguese may never happen. For that I apologize right now.
And so the story continues​

And so the Castillian Jinetes storm in the direction the the Rebels, they had little support from the rear, only some hundreds of infantary men went with them. They advanced, they had blood on their teeth of biting their lips in excitment, they were about to face the dreadfull rebels, who pushed them to war, who made their king to ask for help, who made their brothers and fatheres die in war. They were there to kill them all. Their anger blinden them. They could barelly see what was in front of them, the manouvers done by the Fezians. They would not be ready for the rain of arrows from the berber!

On a small hil,l arround half of the berber archers where preparing their bows and arrows. On the lower part of the hill the light moorish infantary lead by the rebel leaders themself, the center of the Fezian army was about to receive an historical charge by the Castillian Jinetes! The horses where comming to quick, so they stoped when they saw the first arrows comming from the sky, They would wait for the Infantary before continuing.

On the other side, in the Allah's side. The less equipted infantary started to treble some closed their eyes, praying for Allah, they knew they may not survive this battle, some in the front even looked to their back trying to find a way to escape, but that was not possible, they had Allah on their side, he would protect them on earth, if not on earth they would have the paradise for them!
One minute passed since they stoped when the first infantary soldiers passed running by the Knights. It was now! They were attacking NOW!

The first wave was Brutal, the ill equipted men where slaugthered by the better equipted infantary and with the cavalary on the rear. But this advantage quickly ended, those ill equipted men where also men full of faith and for that faith they would run for the battlefield and fight. The ones who survived the first wave where quicked back on their foot to attack the 'infidel' And the ones who were keeped on the rear were running for the front. Without passing many minutes what seemed a sure vitory became an enormous defeat, the men on the rear quickly were in the front and their overhelming forces simply destroyed the infantary from Castille. The Jenites only had time to try to releave them by attacking the left flack, but it was too late, the first wave was destroyed.

The Portuguese army decieded to go direcly by the town's city, maybe predicting something. On the front more Jenites arrive to the front trying to turn the ties, but still they were out-numbered they were in that moment just trying to hold enough untill more infantary could arrive. They could only hope that comming down the hill would not make the troops to tired for the battle!

The fight at the frong was terrible, the Fezians where holding like it was not expected, allmost half of the Castillian Army was there, so the Fezians where overhelmed, many houndreds lied on the ground. The Algerian army was still on the back without any action. Only a miracle could save the Fezians. And that miracle was about to happen.
A captain of the Castillian Army thought that part of the Battle ended and decieded to push right into the Algerian army. This could have been the end of the Battle with a quick win for the Cristians...

And the miracle happened, the captain by attacking, could and did have lost everything, on their back the algerian army as about to attack, it seemed that Xavier did not done what he should, he was killed my a lonelly fezian arrow. The algerian attacked with much surprize, nobody expected it. The great majority of the Castillian army was fighting, only a small reserve was sent to fight the algerians, with that reserve the Portuguese army. They turned their backs to the battle and started running trying to defend the rear. They knew the battle would be lost if the army was encircled.

Already did the Armies of Algeries beeing dooing damage, they quicky moved their cavalary and infantary destroying a small infantary company, the castillian fought with great courage, but they were overhelmed, they were outnumbers 2-1, it was the crucial the presence of the Portuguese heavy infantary with the rest of the Castillian reserves who saved the rear. They quickly went in streght and defeated the Algerians, saving the rear.

But those troops did not have time to rest, they needed to move to the front once again, their brothers were beeing destroyed near the lakes, the last Jinete cavalary were beeing destroyed they had to goquickly!

But it was too late, only less than a duzen survived the attack. They had to retreated, one of those who retreated was the Captain who ordered the slaughter.

To be continued​

 

[I Killed Kenny]

The Battle for Granada Part III

Disclaimar: What is about to be reported is one side of the Story, the Portuguese side, some parts are not confirmed by the other sides. And the dialogues between other parts that are not Portuguese may never happen. For that I apologize right now.
And so the story ends.​

The remaining castillian Army who as keeped on the back waiting to be called finally intervened, An enourmous mass of Jinetes and European style Cavalary went towards the main lines of what had survived in the Fezian army and the algerian Cavalary

On the other side of the Battle, the Portuguese foot soldiers were attacking in masses with the Castillian infantary on their left flack, with such a big attack the Algerian Cavalary did not have any chance but to retire

But in the mist of confusion, one muslim knight screamed "Allah Mahana, Jihadona Adel!" (Allah is with us, our cause is just) With that sentence he went direcly to the Portuguese Knights, the others looked at him and went with him, They had to fight back! They would not retire! They would fight to the death!

But they were the few who fought to the death. In both sides the moral was droping by each death. What survived of the Jinetes where running for their lifes and even still in a position of superiority the algerian were all escaping the battle, they had enough for death

Only a small part of the Armies where still fighting, only the Power and inflence of the Fezian General made his troops stick toguether and not run away, wave after wave of Castillians where beeing defeated, even with the ones who run away the Almohad troops where superior in numbers.

But the Portuguese commanders without fear and un-molested by the battle pushed foward. Right towards the Algerian Infantary and what survived of the Almohad cavalary.

But it was only in the moment the Portuguese heavy cavalry entered in cene that the battle was decieded, General Antunes and his Cavaleiros done all the diference with their perfect timing making the necessary final push.

It was in this moment that the great final push was done that the Almohad empire was we knew ended.
In his high horse, Abke Mohammed the emperor of North Africa was killed ( some say he was just injured and was evacuated to Malaga, but in the assault of the city he was killed, still holding his sword at the gates of Malaga ).
The Emperor was in the middle of the Battle Front, killing many Castillian soldiers when without noticing he start seeing Portuguese flowding the battle, soon he was surronded and with a quick cut in his horse, his mount was killed puting the brave emperor to the ground, five guards quickly surrounded the emperor trying to protect him, it was only when a quick Portuguese knight run to the emperor that ended the life of the great Emperor.
With his sword the knight went direcly to the emperor finding the emperor's chest, Abke Mohammed was on the ground. The Portuguese Knight put his sword up in the hair full of imperial blood when he felt for the last time In this life. With unhuman streght Mohammed's hand still holded his sword and in a lonelly attack the murdered of Abke Mohammed, the Emperor of the Almohad empire was alsio dead, by the hand of Abke himself.
Some say that was the last thing the emperor did, but no really knows, some say he did not die on the battle field, some say he is maybe still alive in Andalusia trying to find a way to come back to his homeland.

The only thing really true, was the shock the portuguese cavalary done to the battle. So overhelming in their streght, that even the castillian Jinetes saw it and went back to the battle. And in those last few minutes of Battle, General Antunes could see on his right Marshal Juan in his lonelly Horse Gooing Foward with the the Portuguese Cavalary. The enemy were runing away or death. The victory was their's.
The biggest victory of the Portuguese Army in many years. This victory was a turning point of the Portuguese and African history, for the good and for the worst this a battle that would change history.

The End​

 

[von Streusser]

EVENT​

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The Endless War

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Long has the war over Iberia lingered on, and many are the dead. Many great battles have scarred the land, but neither side has anything to show for their toils, except a mountain of corpses and a countryside in flames. While rulers on all sides show a dogged determination to continue the fight, their realms have been stretched to the breaking point, a fact of which they seem continually unaware. Any nobles not slaughtered on the field are now being taxed brutally to continue the effort. The peasant sons and fathers of many families lie in shallow graves in southern Spain, and the widows and orphans that remain must pass along their last coins to fund their Kings and Sultans fanatic and fruitless efforts. Valuable church property has been looted and burned by passing armies, and merchants watch their stocks dwindle farther every passing day. Finally, the people of the participating nations can sit by idly no more. Many of the lower classes take up highway robbery and brigandry to feed their families, while some of the upper classes are refusing to pay the Kings tax. Groups of nobles in all participating realms have come to their Heads of State to demand peace immediately.

REALMS EFFECTED:
Algiers
Castille
Fez
Mamelukes
Papal States
Portugal

TRIGGER:
Exceptionally long and devastating war, heavy losses, little if any interest shown by parties at war in achieving peace

Algiers: The Zayyanid Caliphate has fought for many years now. The people are weary of conflict, and long for a word that now seems only a dream; peace. (Minimal effect due to incoming substitute player)
Castille: The Castillians have fought for years and have nothing to show for it. They have lost two entire armies in this time, and the people will tolerate these casualties no longer! (STRONG warning)
Fez: Despite high expectations, the leaders of the Fez's army are beginning to doubt that they still stand to gain anything from this conflict. (Minimal warning)
Mamelukes: The nobles and people of Egypt continue to question their leadership and its erratic policies. (Moderate warning)
Papal States: The Holy Father has been at war longer than any other Christian participant, and yet has only participated in one engagement. It was a failure. Waiting so long for such disappointment has led the nobles of the realm to demand the Pope make peace rather than continue to break their burdened backs with war taxes. (STRONG warning)
Portugal: While the Portugese King has been relatively opportunistic and his forces have fared well so far, the nobles look no further than their neighbors to see what horrors this war has brought down so far. The King had better come up with some results quickly if he wants to maintain his support base...as soon as things look to go sour, there will be trouble. (Minimal warning)

Warned realms are encouraged to seek peace before their realms break out in open rebellion. Minimally effected realms may continue to fight a bit longer, but must achieve results quickly if they want to keep their realms stable and supportive.

 

[I Killed Kenny]

Liza was once again free of pregnancy. The condition of the twins was secure and for the first time in six months João left Sintra. He left Sintra with his first-born, they went to Lisboa the 'Capital' to see what his son so much wanted, the mighty Fleet.
The most powerfull fleet in the World, the fleet so many wanted to copy, the fleet many dreamed of having.
For generations Portuguese Kings wanted to have an impressive fleet as this one, the moral was high with so many drills, the technics where allmost perfect. And the number of ships have tripled, never before so many portuguese sailors where on the sea.
And on the Lisbon's docks where so many soldiers, horses and artilary. Even people from other catholic lands.​

Little Pedro was amazed with all that people and the quickness of them. He was even more amazed with all the building and the ships. His mouth was wide open with all that suprise, many man in armor was there, comming from ships or entering some others.
Pedro and João walked slowlly near the harbor, the only thing that could notice that they were royalty was the small escort. Many people aprouch the king and bowed, asking to kiss his hand and blessing him for this endevor. João allways accepted the bow and smiled and said calmlly "thank you". Pedro was very suprised by all of this so he asked his father "Father, Father." João looked to his son with an hard eyes, which made Pedro think again and repeat his question "Your majesty, my father" The face of João was again soft and smiling, Pedro was starting to learn that in front of people he had to show respect, "Why are all this people kissing and bowing?[/i" asked little Pedro. João looked to one more servent who kissed his right hand, on the other hand Pedro was pulling the king's hand, like asking to have a reply soon, but his only reply was the eyes of his father, telling him to wait some more. And so did Pedro, waited some more time, when the King was finally hable to speak he did it "My son, you must be pacient, A king most be pacient. You will some day be the king of all you see. And I hope that when you became the king you shall be the king of more lands that just this in Iberia. For that reason I am preparing all this ships."
"To conquer more land for me?" asked Pedro suprised. "Yes," started repling João "To conquer it for you and for our Kingdom. And to give safetyto Portugal and Iberia. To give that land to Jesus Crist."
"My father. And what lands is that? Mongol?" asked full of innocency Pedro "No my son those lands are African, moorish lands." he smiles while speaking and adds in the final "It seems your mother have teach you well to hate the mongols."
Pedro blushes and looks down "Your majesty" restarted the prince "Will we attack the egyptians? Will we? They are so friendly." Pedro waits for the reply still looking to his own feets while walking. João puts his left hand over the little boys shoulder and replies "No my son we will not conquer egyptian lands, they are you say friendlly and we do not conquer lands of friends. I just hope the Caliph thinks the same you do." he now puts his right hand over Pedro's chin, that was still looking down, and speaks "My son you should never look down, even when you are uncertain of the answer or if you blush, you are royalty. You should never do that again!" The little boy then looks up to his father nods and speaks "Yes father" pedro then looks in front to one of the many ships and says "Your majesty can we enter that ship? I allways wanted to see one." João smiles and replies "Yes son, let's see it."