Always sad to see childhood friends grow apart... and then start a war with each other over feudal rights. We’ve all been there.
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But now I definitely feel like I did not write him carefully enough.
Hmmm, that was not the object for summarising the view on the character through a readAAR's eyes. Hell no, writing is superb. Now re-checked whatever blabber was written in own post; apparently an inflation of the concept narzissmus occurred in the remark; and it may not exactly match the definition. Will still hold the view, though.Again, though, I feel like this is the result of my not being very clear in writing Radomír consistently from the start...
Hmmm, that was not the object for summarising the view on the character through a readAAR's eyes. Hell no, writing is superb. Now re-checked whatever blabber was written in own post; apparently an inflation of the concept narzissmus occurred in the remark; and it may not exactly match the definition. Will still hold the view, though.
- Errr... Mate, that was two weeks ago.
- So? What is the problem? It is not necro?
- Yeah, but I mean, it has been two weeks since you have checked the ones you read, on- or offline. You have not logged in for a long time too.
- ...and? Is this supposed to be a criticism for my punctuality? Just say our piece, I have to-
- There has been many updates on the story.
- Look I get it, I may have fallen a bit behind, but I'll catch it up. Hang on.
<checks the chapters; his face changes abruptly>
-...but, but...
- Uh, that is what I was trying to tell you. <hesitates for a moment> ...and Book II has been already concluded.
- WHAT?!
<starts to read in delirium; this will be a long night>
Bold move to talk about ethics with the Kráľ at that point, Prohor, but suit yourself.‘Based on my studies of classical ethics,’
Smiling as the fan-predictions are poured on lines as words; but terrified to see as it happens. Approaching to that throne is a dire business, after the... uh... incident.Even Radislav for all his power and wonted insouciance checked in his stride and bobbed his deep Adam’s apple nervously as he approached Radomír’s throne.
...sure. Certainly. Promise.Jakub went to her and clasped her hand. ‘I promise.’
Prohor was together with his kinswoman and sweetheart, Suzana.
Good, very good planning and wonderful execution of bringing the story from the depths of misery to the highest level of hope, for the now and the future. Kudos.‘Saint Eustathios?’ asked Eirēnē incredulously. ‘But there’s no one in my family named for him!’
‘Not yet,’ said Barbara, in dead earnest.
‘What do you mean, “not yet”?’ asked Eirēnē.
A sad and a well-known, short side-story. What do you think, Penka; would you not think of any impending risks of being at the service of a monarch, being at the mercy of a ruler, being at the hands of a master? You have nothing else but your shackles to lose. Run, Penka, run, and say farewell from the never-happened but ever-realistic fictional past to your readers in the dreams and the nightmares of the now and the future.‘This history means a great deal to him,’ Penka retorted. ‘And I think he genuinely wanted me to emphasise the accomplishments of his ancestors here. Do you truly think there is a danger to me, the one whom he chose to write it?’
To be specific for the previous commentary on Radko; this was the actual object to achieve trying to explain it. Detached from the reality and the people, he embraces the only concept he is comfortable with: His authority to rule all.‘They needn’t love me. They need only obey,’ Radomír answered his son.
...and here the pattern of erratic behaviour is shown; he does not have any gains from it, as he has already achieved what he wished, to show his presence, without indulging any humane contact. The rest is easy for him to dismiss; and yet, he cannot be satisfied, because his insanity is insurmountable.{*}Radomír’s reaction to the offending passages in Penka’s Rozprávky z leta dávno preč was considerably more temperate than Ľubomír feared. Although her indirect criticism of Radomír’s reluctance to listen to instruction and to his treatment of prisoners by way of comparison to his ancestor did register, Radomír’s levelheaded response to her work was this:
‘The Lord God sends troubles upon each according to their ability to bear. The troubles of Bohodar’s time are not the same as the troubles of mine. Even so, let Sister Penka’s work stand unaltered.’
Farewell, Raina. Your poor life was poisoned by those who never cared for your being; farewell.‘Radomír and Raina must be proud,’ Prohor told his foster-brother.
‘Father is,’ Pravoslav answered bluntly. ‘Mother is dead.’
{*} ...and here it is, the reason of his demise, and he can never achieve it, but he would try asserting it through whatever means he could, thus the violence, now ends in complete psychosis.‘Radomír…’ came the voice again.
...‘I beg your pardon?’ asked Radomír, before straightening his shoulders and fixing her with a cold glare. ‘I am the Kráľ. I go where I please.’
...and there it ends. No, Radomír was never a victim, it cannot be seen as such, and he was truly terrible. The pity of the readAAR is reserved for only Raina, and it is miraculous to see children surviving such a character.That was the last that Jakub ever saw of his father, living.
What the-Caption: Moravian silver denár, ca. RS 6560 [1050 AD]
obverse - Queen Dolz and King Eustach
[note that the two of them are touching hands - ed.]
text - DULS . DA . I . EVSTACH . DES . M
reverse - Christ Pantokrator seated
between two church steeples
at Uherské Hradiště
- Moravian Royal Museum at Olomouc
{**}Rémy took the sheets from the novice, and as his sharp blue eyes scanned the text upon them, his sour mouth soon took on a gaping, awed look. ‘Animadversiones de occasu ossium, de curatione vulnerum et de levatione doloris…?’
‘First,’ Dobroslav intoned gravely, ‘Helvius instructs you to say all of the Ordinary Prayers before starting work, then ask for the intercessions of the Blessed Virgin Mary, of Saint Luke the Evangelist as well as Saints Cosmas and Damien the Holy Unmercenaries. Then you must say the Mozarabic Lord our Physician Prayer, and the Prayer for Unity from Saint Dionysius—’
{**}His wife grinned down at him, giddy with relief that, for the time being, he was out of danger. ‘Well. Thank Dobroslav too, while you’re at it. And Helvius Turonicus.’
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and game, Vratislav.‘Thank you, your Majesty,’ Vratislav told Jakub humbly.
Did not want to disrupt the flow of the writing, not an overload this is. Never listen to the whims of the ones pathetically slow at reading (or catching up); write, write more, and all will be read.Sorry about the overload there; like I said, I've been kind of on a writing bender lately.
Of course, if there is a need of resting, take all the time (but write more damn it)I'll try to pace out my updates better over the next few weeks. Both for own sanity and for readers'.
- See. It wasn't that hard. It took all night though.
<looking at the eyes, reddened, twitching, half-opened>
- Mate... Are you all right?
- Yes. Yes I am.
- Errr...
- No worries. Came for the comments?
- Y-yeah.
- Hit the music. Something superfluous, rhythmic perhaps, to keep up the energy.
- O-ok. Suncore by Niky Nine. Pseudo-retro.
- Huh. All right. Let's go!
Bold move to talk about ethics with the Kráľ at that point, Prohor, but suit yourself.
---Intermission; Friendly nerdic defender of the fictional lores enters the stage;
Confirming the use of the title Kráľ for the monarchs of moravia-bohemia-czech-slovak; was savouring this since the beginning of Book II (got distracted by a former colleague, known as the friendly watchdog; nevermind).
Some fun trivia, despite of it being a common knowledge (therefore sincere apologies for repetitive information):
Assuming (the rough, meaningless, and banal) division of east and west for the cultures of the continental europe (it being a continent again by superficial classification, that has no meaning for geology);
The monarchies of the eastern cultures, mostly slavic, adopted the use of Kráľ form as the name of the title for the highest position, whereas the use of Caesar also held its value for some of the cultures, in the forms of tsar and kaiser. The western cultures of latin went with the root rex (indo-european; cognate of raja) for king; except the isles, which went with king (germanic; cognate of knyaz князь). The obvious etymological root for Kráľ is accepted as Karl der Große, Charles the Great, or from the french Charles-le-magne - Charlemagne, from its latin form Karolus (Imperator Augustus) Magnus.
Even though it ıs not attested in the old church slavonic (but the name charles is attested as cearl of mercia in Historia ecclesiastica gentis Anglorum, 731 ce), it is certainly used as the royal title and known commonly, to the point that it is borrowed by the ottomans. Through them some of the altaic sprachbund languages use this root for translating king for the rulers of cultures other than themselves as kral (in turkish and azerbaijani; король in kazakh, from russian), even though many other forms are still in use for their own historical figures, as han, hakan, kağan (khan, khagan; altaic); sultan (arabic); şah, padişah (padishah; persian).
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Smiling as the fan-predictions are poured on lines as words; but terrified to see as it happens. Approaching to that throne is a dire business, after the... uh... incident.
...sure. Certainly. Promise.
Good, very good planning and wonderful execution of bringing the story from the depths of misery to the highest level of hope, for the now and the future. Kudos.
A sad and a well-known, short side-story. What do you think, Penka; would you not think of any impending risks of being at the service of a monarch, being at the mercy of a ruler, being at the hands of a master? You have nothing else but your shackles to lose. Run, Penka, run, and say farewell from the never-happened but ever-realistic fictional past to your readers in the dreams and the nightmares of the now and the future.
To be specific for the previous commentary on Radko; this was the actual object to achieve trying to explain it. Detached from the reality and the people, he embraces the only concept he is comfortable with: His authority to rule all.
Elegantly summarised in one reply of a conversation here of course; kudos.
...and here the pattern of erratic behaviour is shown; he does not have any gains from it, as he has already achieved what he wished, to show his presence, without indulging any humane contact. The rest is easy for him to dismiss; and yet, he cannot be satisfied, because his insanity is insurmountable.{*}
Farewell, Raina. Your poor life was poisoned by those who never cared for your being; farewell.
Oh, by the way; that image of Raina. Yeah, ck3 (and all pdx games) at its best. Who knows what happens to these characters; at one moment they smile, and next they show up beaten, bloodied on face, mauled to death. Of course, if there is no trait to indicate a clue (flagellant... ehh... the most inflated-overused trait in the game. Look, it is to an extent understandable when certain characters show it; but hundreds from mali to burma, from tamil to siberia come up with this, yes, it is ridiculous), there remains no explanation to what happened to them. Sigh. These event-based games. At least give the player a possibility to ask about the character: Why are your eyes blackened? Eh, whatever.
{*} ...and here it is, the reason of his demise, and he can never achieve it, but he would try asserting it through whatever means he could, thus the violence, now ends in complete psychosis.
...
...and there it ends. No, Radomír was never a victim, it cannot be seen as such, and he was truly terrible. The pity of the readAAR is reserved for only Raina, and it is miraculous to see children surviving such a character.
What the-
Oh now showing off. Holy carl runge and wilhelm kutta. Wrote and scanned...? Damn.
Beautiful detail. Kudos.
BOOK III
...and so it begins.
...and to the new starters, the enthusiasts, those already writing, those who would like to take the passion and cast it into words; this is how it is done; the arc, beautifully foreshadowed; the plot, stylishly presented; the outcome, masterfully exposed.
Kudos.
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and game, Vratislav.
One might be able to say that the Terrible is gone to demonic possession just as he deserved it through his actions. Yet it is always easier to judge, and truly good people didn't have better luck for their deaths.
Jakub has gotten acquainted with the age-old tradition of revolting right after the succession, and it might become a permanent thing in Moravia now that its gains are consolidated. He does make for quite the contrast to his late father.
And Vratislav is now a landholder! Kvetoslava's plan didn't work out for herself, but her son at least lives a good life. If Pravoslav knew, he'd curse the woman even more than he did in life.
Quite the interesting figure this Kalojan/Ivan, and those stats are quite impressive for such a young character. Someone to keep an eye on indeed.
Also, for what it’s worth, the descriptiveness of this chapter left me very hungry at work lol
Wowza, quite the callback there with Copsi’s descendants popping by. Always fun to learn how the branches of the Rychnovský tree that have spread beyond Moravia itself are doing. How big is the dynasty at this stage anyhow?
Years into Jakub's reign, and he proves an able diplomat and administrator who's holding Moravia together well. Certainly a drastic change from his predecesor.
And everyone in the family clearly has a very different idea about how to treat their wives. *sigh*
A good way of the king to solve that particular situation.