Hello everyone! This is my first AAR. I will try to update it at least weekly, as I am already heavily into the campaign. Just a few notes.
Mods: CPR Plus and CKII Plus
Non-Ironman, overpowered custom ruler, one province start, no cheats after my overpowered ruler's customization.
Disclaimer: I am writing this for fun, not really to brag or show off my CKII skills. There are plenty of Ironman Campaigns that I could show to show that I'm at least experienced. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Now let me welcome you to the story.
Aidhab, 769 A.D.
The wind whispered quietly across the desert sands. All was quiet in Ethiopia. The count of Aidhab sat on his little makeshift throne.
The monthly messenger arrived as always, on time. Nothing was new. The count rose from his throne.
'What news do you have for me today?' He solemnly said. 'Perhaps you have come to finally tell me that the Caliphate had come closer to destroying our little lands. Perhaps we can get out of this hell in which we live.'
'No news, milord. There are rumors of a great European Monarch who seeks to unite the many tribes. There are also rumors that the Abbasid Caliph has been shut up in his castle, and his vassals are in open rebellion.'
'That is important news!' The count said. 'Perhaps we can go and be free of this desert at last!'
'No.' A voice came out of the shadows.
'Excuse me?' said the count. 'Just who are you?'
'You are pathetic.' The man in the shadows said. 'You think you can just escape what the gods have already preordained for you...'
'GUARDS!' called the count.
Multiple guards entered the room.
'I don't know who you are, or what madness afflicts you...' The count said. 'But you cannot come into my royal palace and expect to live.'
The man in the shadows drew a blade, and laughed. 'A palace! You call this a palace! You, and all your kind can go rot in the dark. We are the true heirs. You want to know my name...'
His smile glimmered as he stepped out into the open.
The count gasped. 'Oh God, no...'
'I am Traianus Antoninii, the second of my line. My forefathers ruled this and much more a long time ago'
Many men came out of the shadows beside him.
'And we are the soldiers of Legio IX Hispana, the Lost Legion, or thought lost. We survived. And we are here to reclaim what is rightfully ours, in the name of Jupiter. Your little 'palace' is nothing compared to what my forefathers have done! Pray that Hades deals kindly to you for your ignorance! In the name of Rome!'
The Romans charged into battle....
Mods: CPR Plus and CKII Plus
Non-Ironman, overpowered custom ruler, one province start, no cheats after my overpowered ruler's customization.
Disclaimer: I am writing this for fun, not really to brag or show off my CKII skills. There are plenty of Ironman Campaigns that I could show to show that I'm at least experienced. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Now let me welcome you to the story.
Aidhab, 769 A.D.
The wind whispered quietly across the desert sands. All was quiet in Ethiopia. The count of Aidhab sat on his little makeshift throne.
The monthly messenger arrived as always, on time. Nothing was new. The count rose from his throne.
'What news do you have for me today?' He solemnly said. 'Perhaps you have come to finally tell me that the Caliphate had come closer to destroying our little lands. Perhaps we can get out of this hell in which we live.'
'No news, milord. There are rumors of a great European Monarch who seeks to unite the many tribes. There are also rumors that the Abbasid Caliph has been shut up in his castle, and his vassals are in open rebellion.'
'That is important news!' The count said. 'Perhaps we can go and be free of this desert at last!'
'No.' A voice came out of the shadows.
'Excuse me?' said the count. 'Just who are you?'
'You are pathetic.' The man in the shadows said. 'You think you can just escape what the gods have already preordained for you...'
'GUARDS!' called the count.
Multiple guards entered the room.
'I don't know who you are, or what madness afflicts you...' The count said. 'But you cannot come into my royal palace and expect to live.'
The man in the shadows drew a blade, and laughed. 'A palace! You call this a palace! You, and all your kind can go rot in the dark. We are the true heirs. You want to know my name...'
His smile glimmered as he stepped out into the open.
The count gasped. 'Oh God, no...'
'I am Traianus Antoninii, the second of my line. My forefathers ruled this and much more a long time ago'
Many men came out of the shadows beside him.
'And we are the soldiers of Legio IX Hispana, the Lost Legion, or thought lost. We survived. And we are here to reclaim what is rightfully ours, in the name of Jupiter. Your little 'palace' is nothing compared to what my forefathers have done! Pray that Hades deals kindly to you for your ignorance! In the name of Rome!'
The Romans charged into battle....
