**I've wanted to do an AAR for a long time, but never properly got round to it, this has been one of my best CK games ever so I thought even though I missed out doing the AAR bit by bit, I could at least do it retrospectively. It will mostly read like a history book (Hopefully) with bits of dialogue and such thrown in for flavour.**
Just a bit of background, I started this game off in 1187 as the Duchy of Lancaster with my own dynasty, the House of Woodhouse. This AAR should hopefully chart their rise to power in an informative, if not entertaining way.
Enjoy!
Lancaster Castle, England
Anno Domini. 1419. The 27th year of King Richard II’s reign.
The prince sat idly on the stone window step. He gazed out the window at the castle grounds below and watched as the armoured retinue left the castle gates, his father King Richard II, was leaving for France to hold an estates general. Prince Bevan, on his mother’s insistence Bevan stayed in Lancaster, France had been trouble lately, even though the errant Duke of Aquitaine had been brought to heel, his father always kept his eye on the French barons. Even after his father left the castle buzzed with activity as servants prepared for the Christmas celebrations. Bevan slipped off the window step and walked across the thick rug that covered the stone floor. Standing in front of his oak desk he picked up the dark covered book and pushed it open, he flicked through the pages sometimes skimming the Latin inscriptions, other times ignoring them completely. He sighed and closed the heavy tome, Father Grey was late, probably got lost again; the poor man was losing his mind, thought Bevan. It wasn’t surprising for he was getting nearer and nearer to seventy years old. The prince smiled as he imagined the elderly cleric try to navigate through the labyrinthine stone corridors.
Placing the book down upon the desk he walked to the door and swung it open, poking his head out into the corridor he scanned the cold passageway for Grey but could see nought. Bevan walked back into his room and put on his red outer doublet and hefted his sword. The prince admired the weapon fondly; his father had given him the present earlier this year for his fourteenth birthday, among other things, grabbing a hold of the belt wrapped around the leather scabbard he set it about his waist. Striding from his room he met John, his attending sentry.
“I must apologize for my absence, your grace” The soldier apologized bowing his head
“Do not worry yourself, Pray tell, what business kept you away good John?” The prince smiled
“Nature’s business m’lord, of the most uncompromising kind” John laughed, his smile creased the old soldiers face revealing the extent of a long scar that followed from his brow to his bony jaw.
“Have you seen his holiness, Father Grey?” Prince Bevan enquired
“I have not, you have lessons today then?”
“I do, I fear he has become lost”
“It is not surprising, the castle now sprawls across the town”
“Yes, well good sir, I must find my mentor lest he has fallen down a well” The prince laughed infectiously. John grinned; it was nice to see such peace after so many years of war.
“Shall I attend your grace?” John asked
“No, stay here good man, and keep watch, If I were to lose Greys books, all of Gods grace would not save me from his wrath.”
The prince turned and made his way down the corridor and down the spiral steps of the northern tower. He bounded down the dark steps until he came to a heavy wooden door, pushing it open he walked out into the Inner courtyard. Though the marketplace was in the town the courtyard still felt like one. Dozens of men and women made their way in and out of the keep delivering barrels of food and drink.
As the prince made his way through the throng he spotted the elderly priest squatting on the grass his hand held out. As Bevan came closer it became clear he was trying to entice a bird from its hiding place among the crevices in the castle wall.
“Do you see my boy?” Grey asked as Bevan approached him
“A robin!” he exclaimed without waiting for an answer.
“I know, I’ve seen many about, it is winter, why make this an example above the rest?” The boy queried.
“Well, its not in the countryside for one, in fact it seems to envy the bustle of castle life, and stays despite my efforts to the contrary.” The priest answered. “Anyway, I’m not really a bird man myself.”
“I thought you were father” Bevan smirked
“Never was, anyway, come, back to your room, you must study, you are the heir to the throne of England and France, and your fathers many other dominions, a good knowledge of history will help you when you come to rule. You’ve read about Henry IV haven’t you?”
“A bit, didn’t he lose Naples and Spain?” The prince answered warily
“He did, and incidentally, he was not a lover of history, nor of the church. Not like your blessed ancestor Bevan Of Lancaster”
“I’ll do my Kinsmen proud, father, be sure of it”
“We shall see, my boy, we shall see”
Just a bit of background, I started this game off in 1187 as the Duchy of Lancaster with my own dynasty, the House of Woodhouse. This AAR should hopefully chart their rise to power in an informative, if not entertaining way.
Enjoy!
Contents
The descendants of Michael, Duke of Lancaster
The Dukes of Lancaster, part I 1187-1237
The Dukes of Lancaster part II 1187-1237
The Dukes of Lancaster part III 1187-1237
The Kings of England part I, King Bevan I 1237-1254
The Kings of England part II, King Henry III 1254-1266
The Kings of England part III, King Bevan II 1266-1312
The Rise and fall of the Empire part I, King Bevan III 1312-1346
The Rise and fall of the Empire part II, King Henry IV 1346-1350
The Rise and fall of the Empire part III, King Henry V 1350-1370
The Rise and fall of the Empire part IV, King Edward I 1370-1392
The Rise and fall of the Empire part V, King Richard II and the European Civil War 1392-1453
The descendants of Michael, Duke of Lancaster
The Dukes of Lancaster, part I 1187-1237
The Dukes of Lancaster part II 1187-1237
The Dukes of Lancaster part III 1187-1237
The Kings of England part I, King Bevan I 1237-1254
The Kings of England part II, King Henry III 1254-1266
The Kings of England part III, King Bevan II 1266-1312
The Rise and fall of the Empire part I, King Bevan III 1312-1346
The Rise and fall of the Empire part II, King Henry IV 1346-1350
The Rise and fall of the Empire part III, King Henry V 1350-1370
The Rise and fall of the Empire part IV, King Edward I 1370-1392
The Rise and fall of the Empire part V, King Richard II and the European Civil War 1392-1453
Lancaster Castle, England
Anno Domini. 1419. The 27th year of King Richard II’s reign.
The prince sat idly on the stone window step. He gazed out the window at the castle grounds below and watched as the armoured retinue left the castle gates, his father King Richard II, was leaving for France to hold an estates general. Prince Bevan, on his mother’s insistence Bevan stayed in Lancaster, France had been trouble lately, even though the errant Duke of Aquitaine had been brought to heel, his father always kept his eye on the French barons. Even after his father left the castle buzzed with activity as servants prepared for the Christmas celebrations. Bevan slipped off the window step and walked across the thick rug that covered the stone floor. Standing in front of his oak desk he picked up the dark covered book and pushed it open, he flicked through the pages sometimes skimming the Latin inscriptions, other times ignoring them completely. He sighed and closed the heavy tome, Father Grey was late, probably got lost again; the poor man was losing his mind, thought Bevan. It wasn’t surprising for he was getting nearer and nearer to seventy years old. The prince smiled as he imagined the elderly cleric try to navigate through the labyrinthine stone corridors.
Placing the book down upon the desk he walked to the door and swung it open, poking his head out into the corridor he scanned the cold passageway for Grey but could see nought. Bevan walked back into his room and put on his red outer doublet and hefted his sword. The prince admired the weapon fondly; his father had given him the present earlier this year for his fourteenth birthday, among other things, grabbing a hold of the belt wrapped around the leather scabbard he set it about his waist. Striding from his room he met John, his attending sentry.
“I must apologize for my absence, your grace” The soldier apologized bowing his head
“Do not worry yourself, Pray tell, what business kept you away good John?” The prince smiled
“Nature’s business m’lord, of the most uncompromising kind” John laughed, his smile creased the old soldiers face revealing the extent of a long scar that followed from his brow to his bony jaw.
“Have you seen his holiness, Father Grey?” Prince Bevan enquired
“I have not, you have lessons today then?”
“I do, I fear he has become lost”
“It is not surprising, the castle now sprawls across the town”
“Yes, well good sir, I must find my mentor lest he has fallen down a well” The prince laughed infectiously. John grinned; it was nice to see such peace after so many years of war.
“Shall I attend your grace?” John asked
“No, stay here good man, and keep watch, If I were to lose Greys books, all of Gods grace would not save me from his wrath.”
The prince turned and made his way down the corridor and down the spiral steps of the northern tower. He bounded down the dark steps until he came to a heavy wooden door, pushing it open he walked out into the Inner courtyard. Though the marketplace was in the town the courtyard still felt like one. Dozens of men and women made their way in and out of the keep delivering barrels of food and drink.
As the prince made his way through the throng he spotted the elderly priest squatting on the grass his hand held out. As Bevan came closer it became clear he was trying to entice a bird from its hiding place among the crevices in the castle wall.
“Do you see my boy?” Grey asked as Bevan approached him
“A robin!” he exclaimed without waiting for an answer.
“I know, I’ve seen many about, it is winter, why make this an example above the rest?” The boy queried.
“Well, its not in the countryside for one, in fact it seems to envy the bustle of castle life, and stays despite my efforts to the contrary.” The priest answered. “Anyway, I’m not really a bird man myself.”
“I thought you were father” Bevan smirked
“Never was, anyway, come, back to your room, you must study, you are the heir to the throne of England and France, and your fathers many other dominions, a good knowledge of history will help you when you come to rule. You’ve read about Henry IV haven’t you?”
“A bit, didn’t he lose Naples and Spain?” The prince answered warily
“He did, and incidentally, he was not a lover of history, nor of the church. Not like your blessed ancestor Bevan Of Lancaster”
“I’ll do my Kinsmen proud, father, be sure of it”
“We shall see, my boy, we shall see”
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