Once again, the nobles of Denmark, Norway and Sweden are called to participate in a grand meeting in Kronborg in just a week (ooc: Sunday).
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The streets of Copenhagen was quickly filled with celebrating people, as the news of the victory over the Alliance from Hell was known. The scryers yelled as loud as they could, drums were beaten, bells were ringing. Soon, the entire city was one big party, and the surrounding villagers drove in to participate.
Their mighty king, Christoffer of Denmark, Norway and Sweden, had lead the army to victory over the Pig, the Warmonger and the Dutch. The victory had not been conclusive, but they had stopped the pillaging army just south of Kolding, not far from the Lillebelt waters, where a crossing to Funen could have been possible.
The rumors had it, that once again, the king and his guard had been in the front of the initial cavalry assault, inflicting heavy casualties on the Germans, but unfortunately, the left flank, the German mercenary in fact, didn't stand their ground, and the whole thing had nearly ended in tragedy, when the returned Alexander Bergen Oxe and the knights of the family Oxe crushed the advancing Germans, throwing them back with heavy casualties. The young knight thereby upheld the promise he had given in England, that he would kill Bremeners.
But there would be more to come, and new men were being recruited...
Their mighty king, Christoffer of Denmark, Norway and Sweden, had lead the army to victory over the Pig, the Warmonger and the Dutch. The victory had not been conclusive, but they had stopped the pillaging army just south of Kolding, not far from the Lillebelt waters, where a crossing to Funen could have been possible.
The rumors had it, that once again, the king and his guard had been in the front of the initial cavalry assault, inflicting heavy casualties on the Germans, but unfortunately, the left flank, the German mercenary in fact, didn't stand their ground, and the whole thing had nearly ended in tragedy, when the returned Alexander Bergen Oxe and the knights of the family Oxe crushed the advancing Germans, throwing them back with heavy casualties. The young knight thereby upheld the promise he had given in England, that he would kill Bremeners.
But there would be more to come, and new men were being recruited...
Johanns dark thoughts were interrupted as one of his servant came up to him.
"Sire, please follow me. It's Maria-Elisa. She is giving birth." Concern was written all over the servants face, and that was understandable. Even though Johann was no expert on the matter, he knew it was far to early. It had only been 5 months since midwifes had informed him that the duchess of Bremen was pregnant, and ever since, Johann had prayed that a child would heal the scars that had began to grow in their relationship.
Maria-Elisa had never said so openly, but he knew she considered him ruthless. And he was, he admitted, but he had to be. King Christoffer was ruthless, and no Dane would be allowed to strangle the trade that Bremen lived by, not as long as Johann wore the ducal coronet. But these thougts were forgotten now, as the duke of Bremen hastened through the corridors, following a servant to the chambers of the duchess Maria-Elisa.
Allready before he entered the room, he knew he had been to late. A crowd of noblewomen silently made way for him, and apart from a silent crying, not a sound was heard.
Johann opened the door, dreading what he might find. As he entered, the midwife who had helped deliver Johann-Kazimierz and the court physician looked at him, and Johann stopped in schock.
There was blood all over their clothes. Blood on the linens on the bed, and a large pool of blood on the floor. And then the figure on the bed mourned, and Johann was kneeling next to the bed, holding his wifes suddenly very fragile hand in his.
The court physician spoke, silenty, as if to loud sounds could somehow sever the thin thread that held Maria-Elisa tied to the land of the living.
"My lord, she is very weak. You must give her rest. I will do what I can, but her life is the hands of God now. We must pray."
Johann looked at the physician, and then, just as he was about to ask to the child, his eyes fell on a small bundle bloody clothes, from which a very very small hand reached out. It didn't move, and didn't make a sound. The midwife followed his eyes and nodded a silent confirmation. The second child of Johann of Bremen had never breathed, and only time would tell if it had killed its mother without ever being alive...
"Sire, please follow me. It's Maria-Elisa. She is giving birth." Concern was written all over the servants face, and that was understandable. Even though Johann was no expert on the matter, he knew it was far to early. It had only been 5 months since midwifes had informed him that the duchess of Bremen was pregnant, and ever since, Johann had prayed that a child would heal the scars that had began to grow in their relationship.
Maria-Elisa had never said so openly, but he knew she considered him ruthless. And he was, he admitted, but he had to be. King Christoffer was ruthless, and no Dane would be allowed to strangle the trade that Bremen lived by, not as long as Johann wore the ducal coronet. But these thougts were forgotten now, as the duke of Bremen hastened through the corridors, following a servant to the chambers of the duchess Maria-Elisa.
Allready before he entered the room, he knew he had been to late. A crowd of noblewomen silently made way for him, and apart from a silent crying, not a sound was heard.
Johann opened the door, dreading what he might find. As he entered, the midwife who had helped deliver Johann-Kazimierz and the court physician looked at him, and Johann stopped in schock.
There was blood all over their clothes. Blood on the linens on the bed, and a large pool of blood on the floor. And then the figure on the bed mourned, and Johann was kneeling next to the bed, holding his wifes suddenly very fragile hand in his.
The court physician spoke, silenty, as if to loud sounds could somehow sever the thin thread that held Maria-Elisa tied to the land of the living.
"My lord, she is very weak. You must give her rest. I will do what I can, but her life is the hands of God now. We must pray."
Johann looked at the physician, and then, just as he was about to ask to the child, his eyes fell on a small bundle bloody clothes, from which a very very small hand reached out. It didn't move, and didn't make a sound. The midwife followed his eyes and nodded a silent confirmation. The second child of Johann of Bremen had never breathed, and only time would tell if it had killed its mother without ever being alive...
The Imperial Tradinghouse
"Construction of the central bank in Nuremburg was nearly complete."
"Construction of the central bank in Nuremburg was nearly complete."
The success of the many Baltic trading ventures, such as the banking houses of Stettin and the Hansa trade council, along with the growing trade made possible by such continent spanning organizations as the Trans-European Trade Alliance, had all tied the Imperial economy closer and closer to the flow of goods across its lands. In admiration of the great banking and trading houses of the Italian Imperial cities, of Genoa, Florence, and Milan, the Emperor Erich I interviewed many experts from north Italy, in hopes of finding a man to establish to run a set of tradinghouses that would span the entire Empire. It was no coincidence that the man chosen was a d'Medici:
Niccolo d'Medici, Head of the Imperial Bank
At first, the Kaiser had been extremely reluctant to accept, Herr d'Medici's ideas concerning "paper money" and "notes of exchange." Erich guarded his Empire like a mother hen guards her chicks. As Niccolo's evidence built up in favor of such notes of exchange, finally, the Emperor acquiesed and approved the construction of these tradinghouses, or banks, on a test basis throughout the Wittelsbach lands, before opening them to the entire Empire. Gleefully, Niccolo d'Medici went immediately to work securing the capital and workforce necessary to begin construction.
The initial set up would have two main tradinghouses, one near the Rhine in Heidelburg, and another near the Danube in Nuremburg. A network of smaller tradinghouses would then be set up throughout the Rhineland, Bavaria, and Wurtemburg. This system, Herr d'Medici argued repeatedly to the Emperor would allow foreign merchants traveling up and down the Rhine and Danube, the two major arteries of the Empire, to easily conduct trade with the smaller cities of the Wittelsbach lands because they wouldn't have to carry specie and would able to sell and buy their products centrally in the exchanges. If the banks could charge interest on their loans, they could even make enough money to not only support themselves but improve the Imperial coffers. "Usury!" the Emperor exclaimed. "No, business, Sire," replied Niccolo calmly.
For the next year, Erich waits patiently for the results of his experiment, hoping for a successful system that he can bring to his princes and his people.
In the East
Angry traders from the Eastern Roman Empire arrive back in their hometowns. From their stories it is learned that by order of the Sultan no ships known to be from Roman lands are allowed to land upon the coasts of Asia Minor. In addition traders from the Ottoman Empire have stopped bringing goods to Constantinople, though trade there has been slow since the Mongol occupation of Thracia. Most Ottoman trade to Europe has been rerouted to the Venetian ports, or occiasionally to the Aragonese and Portugese ports of the Levant.
Angry traders from the Eastern Roman Empire arrive back in their hometowns. From their stories it is learned that by order of the Sultan no ships known to be from Roman lands are allowed to land upon the coasts of Asia Minor. In addition traders from the Ottoman Empire have stopped bringing goods to Constantinople, though trade there has been slow since the Mongol occupation of Thracia. Most Ottoman trade to Europe has been rerouted to the Venetian ports, or occiasionally to the Aragonese and Portugese ports of the Levant.
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The rumor was spread among Turks, and they laughed when they heard that so-called Eastern Roman Empire embragoed back at the rightful Roman Empire. There are no trade loss since they had been already rerouted.
It is seen as a weak move by everybody around the world. People have good time poking fun about the weak Eastern Roman Empire who can't even survive without Papal assisitance. Romans are ashamed of Emperor. Also, some of Romans are laughing at Emperor.
-5 morale for 5 turns among Romans.
It is seen as a weak move by everybody around the world. People have good time poking fun about the weak Eastern Roman Empire who can't even survive without Papal assisitance. Romans are ashamed of Emperor. Also, some of Romans are laughing at Emperor.
-5 morale for 5 turns among Romans.
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Emperor decided to rebuild Hagia Sophia. He changed his mind, decided to make it grander than before. He decided that it will be a Catholic Church and a place for Cardinal to reside. However, Orthodox will be allowed to worship there but they will be exposed to catholic ideas and priests. After all, Cosntantinople is going to be as grand or greater than pre-Mongol destruction with all of those rebuilding.
He decided that it could take the mind of Romans off of Turkish embrago and at the same time faciliate teh conversion of Romans to Catholicism. Also, it would show off the technology level of Roman Empire.
He went to his brother, Demothenes who is an architect,a nd asked him to plan for rebuilding Hagia Sophia and making it grander than before. Demothenes paled then smiled, for it would be his greatest challenge.
He decided that it could take the mind of Romans off of Turkish embrago and at the same time faciliate teh conversion of Romans to Catholicism. Also, it would show off the technology level of Roman Empire.
He went to his brother, Demothenes who is an architect,a nd asked him to plan for rebuilding Hagia Sophia and making it grander than before. Demothenes paled then smiled, for it would be his greatest challenge.
EVENT
Portugals DOW on Denmark has a poor CB and Insufficient RP. The people of the land tremble at the poor leadership shown by thier HoS (-2 morale for 1 year)End July 1433
Eastern Roman Empire EVENT
Embargos for the new realm of the Eastern Roman Empire. In return the token gesture of a reprisal. Trade to the east will be badly affected, but then it was for a a fact quite recently also, so new routes begin to grow to the west and the profits from smuggling esculate. This could go either way.
1. Fear for esculating tentions and a memory of the massacres send fear through the populous. Trade is down and so's morale.(-3 for 3 turns)EDIT... Morale.
2. Fear for esculating tentions and a memory of the massacres send fear through the populous. Trade is down and so's morale .(-2 for 3 turns)EDIT... Morale.
3. No effect
4. No effect
5. Faith in the new support from the catholic church in the region raise the expectations of the populous and trade is sought elswhere .(+2 for 3 turns)EDIT... Morale.
6. Faith in the new support from the catholic church in the region raise the expectations of the populous and trade is sought elswhere.(+3 for 3 turns) EDIT... Morale.
A 6 is rolled
Faith in the new support from the catholic church in the region raise the expectations of the populous and trade is sought elswhere.(+3 for 3 turns)END April 1433
Note:- Pending Embargo event needs a few turns to kick in.
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Behind the lines in Nancy
France will be lost by a woman and saved by a virgin from the oak forests of Lorraine
-Beada, circum 731
The fields of Lorraine we not as busy as usual. Of course, this was the middle of summer, and the crops were not all due yet. But, you would have expected to see at least some peasants in the fields, if not working, at least sleeping. But the truth was that there weren't many strong men left in the fields nowadays. The armies of Lorraine, in Nancy, were being replenished by new conscripts, as the small battles going on between them and the rebellious armie of Maximillien of Artois were still raging in different part of the province.
The results of the battle of Sournay had marked a pause in the uprising. The Count of Artois had now full control of the Lower Counties, as well as Alsace, Champagne and parts of Lorraine, Bern and Franche Comté. In theory, only Nancy was left to conquer for the Count of Artois to consider claiming the titles of Lotharingia... he had a recognised heir, he had almost all of the lands...
But, Nancy was still controled by Myriam de Montaiblanc, duchesse of Lorraine. And she had always been true to the House of Berry. Since her diplomatic debut as an ambassador in the court of King John of England, representing the House of Berry as Auvergne. She was awarded the title Countess of Montainblanc, only to be promoted to Duchesse of Lorraine after the House of Berry had acquired the titles of Burgundy and Lotharingia. She was a good friend of Marie de Berry, she had also fallen in love with King John back then, but that was another story.
The Countess turned and looked behind her. The carriage that was transporting her had been attacked by scouts, and the men defending her had fought valiantly. The raiding party was far now, but she didn't feel safe.
In the city of Nancy, nothing had really changed. You wouldn't guess that there was a war going on, except for the poor variety of food available in the shops. Lots of bread all around.. pretty much just that... bread.
As she stepped out of the carriage, the baron of Lecry approched her and bowed.
"Your grace, you are finally here. The situation is desperate. The troops of Artois are on the move again, and we're stuck battling the rebels of Holland."
The Countess looked at the man. "Walk with me" she said.
For an hour, the Duchesse was briefed on the situation of the troops of Lorraine, the different smaller battles in the last few months, and the problems in Dijon.
"The Counts and Dukes of Burgundy are thinking of allying themselves with Artois? This is madness!" she said sharply.
"Oh, but my Lady, they don't have any leader! Alexandre de Beaufort, our Prince Regent, is dead. Our troops are ill-funded, and Maximillien promises titles after titles to his allies, a luxury that we don't have..."
She closed her eyes. The whole situation reminded her of the war against England, more than a decade ago.
"My Lady, there are talks, however. The army of Lorraine are strong... and they are more than willing to follow you to battle, should you wish to lead them..."
"Oh, Baron, I am not a soldier..."
"My lady, your grace... there is talk also... the Venerable Beada..."
"What does this English Scholar have to do. He's been dead for... many, many years now."
"But his prophecies... France will be saved by a virgin from Lorraine... We know that your husband has died before you could bear child. And we know that the French lost the war against the English, so Joan of Arc WAS NOT THE MAID OF LORRAINE!"
"What are babbling about? You are making less and less sense, Baron."
"My Lady, I am simply saying that the House of Berry is now the main force of the House of Valois, ruler of the French people. And you are here, with us, to save the House of Berry.
My lady, YOU ARE THE MAID OF LORRAINE! MYRIAM DE MONTAINBLANC IS THE MAID OF LORRAINE, OUR SAVIOR!"
He took out his sword, and put it in her hand.
"My lady, take my sword, and lead us to victory." He bowed completely in front of her, and she looked at him with amazement.
France will be lost by a woman and saved by a virgin from the oak forests of Lorraine
-Beada, circum 731
The fields of Lorraine we not as busy as usual. Of course, this was the middle of summer, and the crops were not all due yet. But, you would have expected to see at least some peasants in the fields, if not working, at least sleeping. But the truth was that there weren't many strong men left in the fields nowadays. The armies of Lorraine, in Nancy, were being replenished by new conscripts, as the small battles going on between them and the rebellious armie of Maximillien of Artois were still raging in different part of the province.
The results of the battle of Sournay had marked a pause in the uprising. The Count of Artois had now full control of the Lower Counties, as well as Alsace, Champagne and parts of Lorraine, Bern and Franche Comté. In theory, only Nancy was left to conquer for the Count of Artois to consider claiming the titles of Lotharingia... he had a recognised heir, he had almost all of the lands...
But, Nancy was still controled by Myriam de Montaiblanc, duchesse of Lorraine. And she had always been true to the House of Berry. Since her diplomatic debut as an ambassador in the court of King John of England, representing the House of Berry as Auvergne. She was awarded the title Countess of Montainblanc, only to be promoted to Duchesse of Lorraine after the House of Berry had acquired the titles of Burgundy and Lotharingia. She was a good friend of Marie de Berry, she had also fallen in love with King John back then, but that was another story.
The Countess turned and looked behind her. The carriage that was transporting her had been attacked by scouts, and the men defending her had fought valiantly. The raiding party was far now, but she didn't feel safe.
In the city of Nancy, nothing had really changed. You wouldn't guess that there was a war going on, except for the poor variety of food available in the shops. Lots of bread all around.. pretty much just that... bread.
As she stepped out of the carriage, the baron of Lecry approched her and bowed.
"Your grace, you are finally here. The situation is desperate. The troops of Artois are on the move again, and we're stuck battling the rebels of Holland."
The Countess looked at the man. "Walk with me" she said.
For an hour, the Duchesse was briefed on the situation of the troops of Lorraine, the different smaller battles in the last few months, and the problems in Dijon.
"The Counts and Dukes of Burgundy are thinking of allying themselves with Artois? This is madness!" she said sharply.
"Oh, but my Lady, they don't have any leader! Alexandre de Beaufort, our Prince Regent, is dead. Our troops are ill-funded, and Maximillien promises titles after titles to his allies, a luxury that we don't have..."
She closed her eyes. The whole situation reminded her of the war against England, more than a decade ago.
"My Lady, there are talks, however. The army of Lorraine are strong... and they are more than willing to follow you to battle, should you wish to lead them..."
"Oh, Baron, I am not a soldier..."
"My lady, your grace... there is talk also... the Venerable Beada..."
"What does this English Scholar have to do. He's been dead for... many, many years now."
"But his prophecies... France will be saved by a virgin from Lorraine... We know that your husband has died before you could bear child. And we know that the French lost the war against the English, so Joan of Arc WAS NOT THE MAID OF LORRAINE!"
"What are babbling about? You are making less and less sense, Baron."
"My Lady, I am simply saying that the House of Berry is now the main force of the House of Valois, ruler of the French people. And you are here, with us, to save the House of Berry.
My lady, YOU ARE THE MAID OF LORRAINE! MYRIAM DE MONTAINBLANC IS THE MAID OF LORRAINE, OUR SAVIOR!"
He took out his sword, and put it in her hand.
"My lady, take my sword, and lead us to victory." He bowed completely in front of her, and she looked at him with amazement.
The royal chapel in Kronborg
Heavenly Father, in all Your divine wisdom.
Why have you forsaken me? Have I not been a good, humble and Christian king? Have I not honoured the faith, shown true ruling spirit, protected my flock?
Your punishment is harsh, your abscense is troublesome. The true sons of Christ have died in the thousands to protect the Christian lands of my kingdom, and we have withstood them, barely, with steel and blood and guts and...
I am lost, God Almighty, my spirit is failing. For every battle I fight, I feel a piece of my soul being ripped out of me, that my day of Doom is nearing. I fear for the salvation of my soul, and receive no signs.
My friends, my family, my allies... they leave my side one by one, joining or aiding the enemy. And the Mongolians of the Hansa keep pounding on my troubled gates. Heavenly Father, I am near the end, aren't I? Oh, please, I beg of You, make my death swift and honourable, so that my people at least will keep on fighting, knowing I did all I could for the three crowns of the North.
Guide me, please!
Amen...
Saxony,
Count Link of Egmondt-Oldenzaal and Count Hendrik Johan Tulp of Apeldoorn entered the camp. Both men dismounted their horses and Link assembled his men. Their weren’t much left of what had returned of the Crusade and of the men who had fought in Prussia no-one was left. There were now only 16 men, including Link. Not a single one of them wasn’t wearing bandages.
“Greetings soldiers,” began Hendrik Johan “I know you have all fought hard and good, The Duchy of Gelre thanks you for that. Know that anyone who wishes to leave the army may do so freely. Anyone here wishes to leave the army?”
None of the soldiers even blinked.
“Fantastic.” Said Hendrik Johan. “Our Duke, Duke Willem of Gelre, like I said, The Duke’s opinion is that Gelre can’t miss any of you. I share that opinion. Before your group came to Saxony when you were still in Rome, Commander Link told me about his idea. What idea you might think? We want to set up a crack-companie of veterans. And you “ pointing at the soldiers “will be the first ones in the companie.”
Hendrik Johan waited for the soldiers to realize what he just said.
“The name of your, our compagnie will the Wolfhound-companie. Wolf, for our fighting skills and Hound for we are loyal to the Duke of Gelre.
We will march soon to Denmark since war has erupted. Everywhere we go people will watch and say: take a look at those men, the Wolfhound-compagnie, now those are the real soldiers.” Said Link
“I’ve ordered to make iron insignias.” And he showed a insigne wich was composed of the head of animal halve wolf halve hound on a piece of iron of the size of a coin.
“Wear this as a symbol loyalty. Wolfhound-compagnie, I salute you! Three hurray’s for the Wolfhound-compagnie!”
“Link’s Wolfhound-Compagnie sir! Hip hip hurray! Hip hip hurray! Hi hip hurray!”
“For services to the Duchy of Gelre and shown chivalry and bravery you are all made knights and luitenants!” said Hendrik Johan.
“Allright men, and now we will have to hurry to catch up with the main army.” Said Link and everyone put up their insignias and made themselves ready for a long march.
Jutland,
“Halt!” A guard summoned the WolfHound-Companie to stop. “Who are you?” asked the guard.
“We are the WolfHound-Compagnie, we’re just arrived from Saxony.”
“Aaah, Commander Link. We expected you.” Said a captain who walked by “You can set up your tents further up north.”
“Who commands the Gelran part of the Army? Hendrik van Egmondt?”
“Yes sir.”
After setting up the tents Link walked to the center of the camp where Hendrik had his tent.
“Link!”
“Hendrik my friend! How are you?”
“I’m all right myself and you?”
“I’m ok except of my hand.”
“What’s wrong with it? Oh yeah, Frederik the Spoiled Heretc.
“Yes. I’ve brought the Wolfhound-compagnie with me.”
“You did? Great. I picked the best veterans out of the last battle for the Wolfhound-compagnie.”
“Great, when will we meet with the Danes?”
“After our reinforcements have arrived.”
“Can’t wait.”
Count Link of Egmondt-Oldenzaal and Count Hendrik Johan Tulp of Apeldoorn entered the camp. Both men dismounted their horses and Link assembled his men. Their weren’t much left of what had returned of the Crusade and of the men who had fought in Prussia no-one was left. There were now only 16 men, including Link. Not a single one of them wasn’t wearing bandages.
“Greetings soldiers,” began Hendrik Johan “I know you have all fought hard and good, The Duchy of Gelre thanks you for that. Know that anyone who wishes to leave the army may do so freely. Anyone here wishes to leave the army?”
None of the soldiers even blinked.
“Fantastic.” Said Hendrik Johan. “Our Duke, Duke Willem of Gelre, like I said, The Duke’s opinion is that Gelre can’t miss any of you. I share that opinion. Before your group came to Saxony when you were still in Rome, Commander Link told me about his idea. What idea you might think? We want to set up a crack-companie of veterans. And you “ pointing at the soldiers “will be the first ones in the companie.”
Hendrik Johan waited for the soldiers to realize what he just said.
“The name of your, our compagnie will the Wolfhound-companie. Wolf, for our fighting skills and Hound for we are loyal to the Duke of Gelre.
We will march soon to Denmark since war has erupted. Everywhere we go people will watch and say: take a look at those men, the Wolfhound-compagnie, now those are the real soldiers.” Said Link
“I’ve ordered to make iron insignias.” And he showed a insigne wich was composed of the head of animal halve wolf halve hound on a piece of iron of the size of a coin.
“Wear this as a symbol loyalty. Wolfhound-compagnie, I salute you! Three hurray’s for the Wolfhound-compagnie!”
“Link’s Wolfhound-Compagnie sir! Hip hip hurray! Hip hip hurray! Hi hip hurray!”
“For services to the Duchy of Gelre and shown chivalry and bravery you are all made knights and luitenants!” said Hendrik Johan.
“Allright men, and now we will have to hurry to catch up with the main army.” Said Link and everyone put up their insignias and made themselves ready for a long march.
Jutland,
“Halt!” A guard summoned the WolfHound-Companie to stop. “Who are you?” asked the guard.
“We are the WolfHound-Compagnie, we’re just arrived from Saxony.”
“Aaah, Commander Link. We expected you.” Said a captain who walked by “You can set up your tents further up north.”
“Who commands the Gelran part of the Army? Hendrik van Egmondt?”
“Yes sir.”
After setting up the tents Link walked to the center of the camp where Hendrik had his tent.
“Link!”
“Hendrik my friend! How are you?”
“I’m all right myself and you?”
“I’m ok except of my hand.”
“What’s wrong with it? Oh yeah, Frederik the Spoiled Heretc.
“Yes. I’ve brought the Wolfhound-compagnie with me.”
“You did? Great. I picked the best veterans out of the last battle for the Wolfhound-compagnie.”
“Great, when will we meet with the Danes?”
“After our reinforcements have arrived.”
“Can’t wait.”
Darkness had descended over the borders of Prussia, when the small band of horsemen crossed it from Memel.
The ten men rode in silence, with determined expressions on their faces, thinking.
They had set out at dusk, so they could use the last hours of daylight to reach the border. They all had lived in the provice of Prussia before the soldiers of Bremen had come.
They had been chosen because they knew the area, and they knew the people that lived there. They had trained hard and long, to evade the Bremer soldiers and patrols so they could complete their mission.
Equally important was one more thing, they all were Prussians. Loyal to only the Duke of Prussia, still hiding in the Lithuanian lands, waiting for the right time. And they hated the Bremer soldiers, who were occupying their country, surpressing their countrymen.
But that would change now.
Still without a word, they seperated, each one riding his own way, further and further into Prussia.
Their time had come, and Prussia would once again be free.
The ten men rode in silence, with determined expressions on their faces, thinking.
They had set out at dusk, so they could use the last hours of daylight to reach the border. They all had lived in the provice of Prussia before the soldiers of Bremen had come.
They had been chosen because they knew the area, and they knew the people that lived there. They had trained hard and long, to evade the Bremer soldiers and patrols so they could complete their mission.
Equally important was one more thing, they all were Prussians. Loyal to only the Duke of Prussia, still hiding in the Lithuanian lands, waiting for the right time. And they hated the Bremer soldiers, who were occupying their country, surpressing their countrymen.
But that would change now.
Still without a word, they seperated, each one riding his own way, further and further into Prussia.
Their time had come, and Prussia would once again be free.
In Venice, a committee of 15 Senators is appointed to deal with the northern war. Their first action is to contact the famed Condotierri Erasmo de Narmi - better known as "Il Gattamelata" - and Bartolemeo Colleoni.
The Arsenal is also ordered to step up production
The Arsenal is also ordered to step up production
Grand Duke Vytauntas sat on a table, flanked by two men.
On the table lay a map covering the area of Memel and Prussia.
The other two men were Marshall Ladislav Lyucev, commander of the northern army, and Lothar Kringel, the duke of Prussia.
Lothar Kringel came from a noble family homed in Memel and had been installed as the new duke of Prussia last month by the Grand Duke. The people of Memel, and too, of Prussia, followed him, for he preached a way of alliance with Lithuania and freedom from bremer occupiance of Prussia.
The former Duke, living comfortably in Pommern, had lost the suppport from his people long ago, as they suffered under the rule of Bremen, while he did not show his face again in his realm.
Lothar and the two Lithuanians continued to talk until long into the night, making plans and examining reports.
On the table lay a map covering the area of Memel and Prussia.
The other two men were Marshall Ladislav Lyucev, commander of the northern army, and Lothar Kringel, the duke of Prussia.
Lothar Kringel came from a noble family homed in Memel and had been installed as the new duke of Prussia last month by the Grand Duke. The people of Memel, and too, of Prussia, followed him, for he preached a way of alliance with Lithuania and freedom from bremer occupiance of Prussia.
The former Duke, living comfortably in Pommern, had lost the suppport from his people long ago, as they suffered under the rule of Bremen, while he did not show his face again in his realm.
Lothar and the two Lithuanians continued to talk until long into the night, making plans and examining reports.
Christoffer, along with all the assembled nobles, are discussing the Austrian/Lithuanian peace proposal. There is a common agreement among the men assembled, that the armies of Denmark cant hold out much longer, the treasury is empty and the people of Jutland are suffering under the German mercenaries. Some hardliners want to burn down Bremen and Stettin, but most of the defenders of Denmark know that this peace will be the best option to take. Therefore, the king takes the document and starts to speak:
"Defenders of Denmark, God has answered my prayers! When it all looked like the Devil would defeat Denmark, we prevailed and the southerners and easterners came to our aid. Christ is among us once again, and peace is near, if our enemies really want it as they say. We will have gained honour of this war, and our enemies will not have. We have beaten the Mongolian hordes back, and slaughtered their forces by the thousands. We will stand as victorious in history.
I will sign this peace proposals, and then we will see if our opponents are warmongerers as we expect, our true men of peace."
With a great feather pen, the king signs the peace proposal. Now it is up to the
"Defenders of Denmark, God has answered my prayers! When it all looked like the Devil would defeat Denmark, we prevailed and the southerners and easterners came to our aid. Christ is among us once again, and peace is near, if our enemies really want it as they say. We will have gained honour of this war, and our enemies will not have. We have beaten the Mongolian hordes back, and slaughtered their forces by the thousands. We will stand as victorious in history.
I will sign this peace proposals, and then we will see if our opponents are warmongerers as we expect, our true men of peace."
With a great feather pen, the king signs the peace proposal. Now it is up to the
Shah Rukh was sitting eating a light snack. He had summoned his son, Ulugh Beg, from the eastern reaches of the Empire and was awaiting for his return to the capital. Shortly after sun down his son arrived and immediately walked to his fathers quarters.
"Father, you have sent for me."
"Yes...tell me of the events on the eastern border. I have reports that raids are being made upon us."
"Yes father. Some people of the lands of India have raided some of our possesions...but no damage has been made. And we think that these raiders are only little in number."
"Have you killed any. Have you met them in battle."
Ulugh looking a little worried, "No father, there are not many and I didnt feel the need..."
"You didnt feel the need... " Shah Rukh broke in with an angered look, "And when you show these infidels that they can raid a devout Empire of Allah without consequences, they will grow in number. And then they will swarm over the border like rats and you will be powerless to stop them."
"Yes, father. I am sorry," Ulugh said as he cast his head down, "I will return and immediately lead the army to victory over these heathens."
His father now starring with a cold look on his face, "You will not be going back. You will stay here and become Governor of Samarkand. I will be leading the army of Allah to the east to crush the infidels myself. You will stay here and resolve any diplomacy that arrises until I return. Besides you need the experience if you are to take my place."
Ulugh looking a little shocked but also releaved, "Yes father. I assure you that I will only advance our Empire while you are gone. Father will I be staying in Samarkand after you return or returning to my post."
His father smiled a little "My son I wouldnt trust you to lead a cow into battle. You will not be going back to your old post you will stay here and continue as Governor even after my return. Hopefully you will learn something... "
Ulugh filled with excitement broke in, "Oh thank you father. I assure you I will take my position seriously and with all that Allah has in mind. I will make this Empire the pinnacle of science in the world, I will make all of Europe look on us with envy for our achivements. I will.... "
At this moment Shah Rukh threw the cup of water he had in his son's face and he rose and bashed his son in the nose. Ulguh doubled over and gripping his nose tight, the blood oozed between the cracks in his fingers.
"Science, science!!! Allah does not want you to waste your time copying the west. We must conquere the west and take back the lands that they have taken from us. You must be a man, you must be a warrior fighting for the glory of Allah and the spread of Islam. Stop acting like a woman and realize that one day you will be Khan. "
Shah Rukh now stopped and looked at his son stilled crouched on the ground. He was not looking at him and was still holding his nose, sobbing a little.
"Look at me! Look at me!" his father yelled, "You are crying, crying! No son of mine, no warrior of Allah cries." With this the Khan struck his son again in the ear.
Ulugh trying not to, but in vane, let out a scream and backed off.
"Get out of my sight....I leave soon, when I do act like you are the Khan." His son left immediately.
The Khan then turned to another man silently standing in the corner of the room. "Mobolize the army, all 5,000 soldiers. Im going to lead my army of Allah strait into the heart of India and rape thier country, till the fields turn red."
With this the man left, and the Khan now mulling quitely sat down resolving to himself to beat the violence into his son and beat out his love of sciences.
"Father, you have sent for me."
"Yes...tell me of the events on the eastern border. I have reports that raids are being made upon us."
"Yes father. Some people of the lands of India have raided some of our possesions...but no damage has been made. And we think that these raiders are only little in number."
"Have you killed any. Have you met them in battle."
Ulugh looking a little worried, "No father, there are not many and I didnt feel the need..."
"You didnt feel the need... " Shah Rukh broke in with an angered look, "And when you show these infidels that they can raid a devout Empire of Allah without consequences, they will grow in number. And then they will swarm over the border like rats and you will be powerless to stop them."
"Yes, father. I am sorry," Ulugh said as he cast his head down, "I will return and immediately lead the army to victory over these heathens."
His father now starring with a cold look on his face, "You will not be going back. You will stay here and become Governor of Samarkand. I will be leading the army of Allah to the east to crush the infidels myself. You will stay here and resolve any diplomacy that arrises until I return. Besides you need the experience if you are to take my place."
Ulugh looking a little shocked but also releaved, "Yes father. I assure you that I will only advance our Empire while you are gone. Father will I be staying in Samarkand after you return or returning to my post."
His father smiled a little "My son I wouldnt trust you to lead a cow into battle. You will not be going back to your old post you will stay here and continue as Governor even after my return. Hopefully you will learn something... "
Ulugh filled with excitement broke in, "Oh thank you father. I assure you I will take my position seriously and with all that Allah has in mind. I will make this Empire the pinnacle of science in the world, I will make all of Europe look on us with envy for our achivements. I will.... "
At this moment Shah Rukh threw the cup of water he had in his son's face and he rose and bashed his son in the nose. Ulguh doubled over and gripping his nose tight, the blood oozed between the cracks in his fingers.
"Science, science!!! Allah does not want you to waste your time copying the west. We must conquere the west and take back the lands that they have taken from us. You must be a man, you must be a warrior fighting for the glory of Allah and the spread of Islam. Stop acting like a woman and realize that one day you will be Khan. "
Shah Rukh now stopped and looked at his son stilled crouched on the ground. He was not looking at him and was still holding his nose, sobbing a little.
"Look at me! Look at me!" his father yelled, "You are crying, crying! No son of mine, no warrior of Allah cries." With this the Khan struck his son again in the ear.
Ulugh trying not to, but in vane, let out a scream and backed off.
"Get out of my sight....I leave soon, when I do act like you are the Khan." His son left immediately.
The Khan then turned to another man silently standing in the corner of the room. "Mobolize the army, all 5,000 soldiers. Im going to lead my army of Allah strait into the heart of India and rape thier country, till the fields turn red."
With this the man left, and the Khan now mulling quitely sat down resolving to himself to beat the violence into his son and beat out his love of sciences.
Copenhagen
Once again, the people of Copenhagen celebrate the newly come sign from God. The Austrians and Lithuanians are coming to the rescue of Denmark, just as it looked like the end of the world. People are fanatic in their support for their king, and people, for the first time in many years, volunteer to the army and navy in the hundreds, yes, thousands. Now is the time to fight, to show the Germans what the Danes are made of... steel and blood, honour and determination.
EVENT
Lithuanias DOW on Bremen has a reasonable CB and good RP, but not quite enough. The people of the land tremble at the sudden move by thier HoS (-1 morale for 1 year)End July 1433
EVENT
Venices DOW on Pommern has a very watery CB though good RP, just barely enough maybe (If I'm lenient) but with the poor CB........The people of the land tremble at the sudden move by thier HoS (-1 morale for 1 year)End July 1433