I, Giorgi King of Georgi-a, would like to point out that we're raking in nearly 31 ducats a month. This debt shouldn't take too long to pay off.
After the previous war, I have a claim on Albania. Which, last I checked, was supposed to be in the Balkans, but now it's in the Caucuses, but whatever.
The frustrated Prince Gurglegurgle starts another war, probably because I, in my bad-assity, keep stealing territory he's trying to get. I sit this one out, not only because my reputation is sinking faster than a lead balloon (despite my awesomeness), but also because I'm curious to see if he can conduct a war without my support.
Someone as awesome as I am shouldn't need to borrow gold from grubby moneylenders.
Excellent, another son who I can rub my awesomeness off -
Awwww, DAMN IT. Erets!? More like Tourettes, if you ask me!!
Ugh, well, at any rate, I thought I'd give everyone some updates from beyond our borders. The Byzantine Empire, in all of its ineffable wisdom and awe-inspiring power, has managed to lose control of the Holy City of Constantine, one of the largest and most well-defended cities in the known world, to a bunch of unwashed, hairy pagan Cumans.
They promptly cede the city. Constantine is rolling in his grave. This is a prime example of what I like to call being NOT totally freaking awesome like me.
This is the situation in the surrounding area. The bad-assity of Byzantium has, clearly, waned. My beloved Georgia is certainly a regional power, but I would like to point out two swiftly-rising threats: in green the hairy, unwashed Cuman tribesmen to the north, and in yellow the mustachioed, scimitar-wielding Turks to the south. For the time being, however, my borders are secure, as no one would dare attack a kingdom with a leader as totally freaking awesome as I am.