Consul of Divergences
- Jul 7, 2011
The letters will be introduced, but playing multiple characters... I don't know.
In other news, the first chapter is almost ready and I learned how to edit the saves, so the possibility of making your characters generals and admirals in game is now within reach
I have got a better idea. Harlots. 13 harlots, who decided to resign their old ways and live as Mary Magadalene. After harsh military training, they started long journey. Harlots fight off all the way to Lisbon while resisting the temptations and heretics.Awesome. Any news on the pyromaniac orthodox nuns? heh.
I'm afraid this is impossibleIf only you could change the missionaries sprites in game to look like nuns flying over the province being converted, spreading death and fire to all the non-believers..
So like a militant, zealous, fanatic... sorority of some sort?I have got a better idea. Harlots. 13 harlots, who decided to resign their old ways and live as Mary Magadalene. After harsh military training, they started long journey. Harlots fight off all the way to Lisbon while resisting the temptations and heretics.
Awesome! Can you make Arman II Eliasian an admiral?
If we are gonna make characters generals and admirals we need rules.
-I'd be for introducing relatives instead of senators for one could end killed and not know it until the next Senate Session unless the glorious emperor informs the player
-We'd be voting for the characters. The emperor could say the needs of the Imperium ( like 2 generals and 1 admiral) and then the factions propose candidates for each available post
I'm afraid this is impossible
So like a militant, zealous, fanatic... sorority of some sort?
Jokes aside yes, I can put in the game any character I want.
There will be rules of course and I appreciate your ideas concerning them but please: if you have any suggestions, make them so that I can use them. In this case, actual rules would be nice if you want me to implement them.
I think that the second part of IV is a little too tedious, as Czoklet will have to check every battle.My proposal :
Generals and admirals :
I.Only the Emperor can ask the Senate for a candidature for a post of General/Admiral.
II. The Senators are not able to become Generals and Admirals (differentiation of military and internal power should be the rule. Belisarios, Basileios and many others anyone ? ).
The candidats for the posts are proposed by the Faction Leader with the support of his allies.
The vote takes place at the same time that the faction vote.
III. The stats for each are randomly defined ( no god-like character because he comes from the Red Demes).
However the Red Demes General gain a +1 in shock but a Red Admiral loses -1 in fire.
Same for the Blues who gain a +1 in fire for Admirals but lose -1 shock.
Whites and unaffiliated characters do not gain or lose powers
IV. A faction gaining a general gains +20 influence
If a general/admiral loses more than 5 battles or a major one (with an influence of more than 4% in the warscore), the faction where he came from gain a penalty (-10 influence)
Any luck we get the update tonight ?
I think that the second part of IV is a little too tedious, as Czoklet will have to check every battle.
Other than that- yay! A way to gein relevance!
6th November 1458
Dozens of candles are lit before the icon of Saint Markos and small crucifix in a cramped room. Before the tiny altar stands grey-haired man and a young woman, both holding prayer ropes in their hands, who are looking with fear in their eyes on the heavy wooden doors. Fire and columns of smokes are visible out of the tiny window behind them.
VOICE: Open door! Open door!
*Old man looks the woman in the eyes*
OLD MAN: We have to, my dear.
*He turns to the door and takes a deep breath*
WOMAN: Please, don't.
OLD MAN: It's all right, my dear, it's all right.
VOICE: Open door in name of Emperor's!
*He approaches the door and takes the wooden bar out of the bar brackets*
OLD MAN: It's opened, you can-
*The door opens suddenly and two men enter the room, each of them carrying a weapon; the taller one has a spear and the bearded one is wearing a blood-stained armor and carries a short war axe*
TALL MAN: Kristianoi?
*old man smiles*
OLD MAN: Yes! Yes, we're Christians! Salve soldiers!
*both intruders start to look around in the room as if they were looking for something*
OLD MAN: Come here, sweetheart! *old man hugs his daughter, who still seems to be scared* Me and my daughter were worried that you may be Mongols. We were praying for your victory and lo and behold, Saint Markos has given us-
BEARDED MAN: Nic tu nie ma. Do jasnej cholery! Domenico, spytaj ich gdzie trzymają złoto.
*old man looks disoriented*
OLD MAN: I don't understand. Are you thirsty?
*tall man approaches and starts talking with heavy Pisan accent*
TALL MAN: Gold. You have a gold?
OLD MAN: Gold? W-we don't have gold, the accursed Mongols took everything. *frightened, old man looks at the bearded man* We had to pay jizyah, we don't have anything of value.
BEARDED MAN: Co powiedział?
TALL MAN: Mówić ze zlota nie ma.
*angered, bearded man kicks the table; the woman screams*
OLD MAN: Please, we don't have anything. Please, my lord...
TALL MAN: Mówi ze-
BEARDED MAN: Wiem co mówi. *spits on the floor* Rzymiany pieprzone, nie ma nawet co – ejże, a to? *points at the holy icon of Saint Markos*
OLD MAN: Please my lord, we are Christians, we don't want to-
TALL MAN: This. *points at the holy icon* Gold?
OLD MAN: What?
*bearded man walks to the holy icon but old man bars his way*
OLD MAN: It's all right, Zoe. *although he's shaking, he looks the bearded man in his eyes* This is a holy icon – if you are a Christian I beg you for all that is sacred to leave it alone.
BEARDED MAN: Odważnyś, Greku.
OLD MAN: On the holy wounds of Kristos, I beg you. Please, my lord. *with wide-opened eyes he looks at the tall man* If you need anything, we can-
*Suddenly the bearded man slashes his axe in the face of the old man, who collapses on the altar spilling blood everywhere. The woman, grabbed by the tall mercenary, starts shouting*
WOMAN: NOOO! FATHER! FATHER! *she
*The bearded man takes a step over a still bleeding body and takes the bloodied icon from the floor*
WOMAN: *crying and wailing* Oh God, oh God!
*The bearded man tries to pry open the silver-plated frame with a knife but suddenly looks at his companion with anger*
BEARDED MAN: Na co czekasz, uciszże zdzirę.
*The tall man nods and hits the woman in the stomach with a wooden pole of his spear. She collapses on the floor and when she tries to gets up he kicks her in the teeth*
WOMAN: *in pain* Ugh!
TALL MAN: You like scream?! I make you scream! *he throws away his spear and starts to rip off the woman's dress while she's struggling with him*
BEARDED MAN: Ha! *he takes of the silver-coated frame of the icon and throws it into the puddle of still warm blood* Wreszcie. *he looks at the silver frame and grins*
*Woman starts shouting*
18th December 1458
Great Market of Cairo
The last screams of the mercenaries are drowned out by the crackling noise of the burning tree. Several dozens of human torches light up the whole market, including the ruined buildings and the huge mob of city dwellers, who watch in silence the horrible spectacle separated from the burning stakes by rows of Roman soldiers. Two imperial officers stand on a wooden platform in the middle of the Great Market, one of them covering his nose with a handkerchief and looking as if he was about to vomit, the other wearing red cape on his armor and looking straight at the flames, unfazed.
STRATEGOS IOANNES: For the love of Theotokos! he wrinkles his nose* The stench is unbearable.
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Mhm.
*strategos looks at Kyrillos*
STRATEGOS IOANNES: With all due respect, domestikos of the East, was it really necessary?
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: They killed citizens of the Imperium and disobeyed the will of the Emperor. They must've been punished.
STRATEGOS IOANNES: Punishment, yes. Those responsible for the sack of Cairo should be flogged or worse. But this... he looks at corpses of mercenaries engulfed in flames* You sentenced their leaders to death, my lord. And not only Pisan scum but sell-swords from Christian Kingdoms as well.
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: The free companies broke their contract by sacking Cairo.
STRATEGOS IOANNES: But my domestikos, wasn't this... excessive?
* Komitas Kyrillos turns around, deep scars on his face and missing right ear clearly visible in the red glow*
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Excessive?
STRATEGOS IOANNES: T-the, uhm... The Latins are not going to like it, sir. When they hear what we've done, they might-
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Latins care only for gold. *he turns away and looks at the burning stakes* They won't lift a finger.
STRATEGOS IOANNES: I'm just merely trying to point out that we need them if we want to won the war. And this... punishment will surely cause an unrest within their ranks.
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Why?
*strategos Iaonnes looks at domestikos Kyrillos surprised*
STRATEGOS IOANNES: Kyrios?
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Why do we want to win the war? Why are we fighting the sons of Timur, strategos?
STRATEGOS IOANNES: To liberate Aegyptus. Sir.
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: What for?
STRATEGOS IOANNES: To free Romaioi from Shia yoke. To protect them in the name of the Emperor.
*Komitas Kyrillos looks at strategos Ioannes*
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: And you want me to ignore the calamities they suffered from the hands of mercenaries I command?
STRATEGOS IOANNES: N-no, n-not at all, I-
*Kyrillos looks at the charred bodies sizzling in the flames*
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Justice is balance. The Latins took the lives of Romans and burned the city. I paid them back in their own coin.
STRATEGOS IOANNES: With all due respect, the invasion of Aegyptus succeeded mainly because the mercenaries betrayed us. Megas domestikos Demetrios Komnenos used to say that sometimes even the innocent must be sacrificed for the common good of the Imperium.
*Strategos Ioannes looks at domestikos Kyrillos unsure whether he didn't cross the line by speaking so boldly to his superior and for a moment only the hissing fire can be heard*
KOMITAS KYRILLOS: Sometimes, yes. *he looks at the broken silver-coated frame of the holy icon stained with blood he was holding in his hand* But not today.
Night, 19th October 1461
Great Palace, Konstantinoupolis
The sacred Emperor Markos III Angelos walks through a long corridor of the Palace accompanied by two Varangians when suddenly a dart flies out of the shadows, stinging one of the guardsman in the neck. He immediately collapses on the marble floor, shaking; before the other one can unsheathe his sword, he shares the fate of his companion and drops dead on the floor. The unfazed Emperor turns to face the darkness from which the projectile flew out.
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Show yourself, xenos.
*From the darkness emerges a man wearing a black monk's habit, his face hidden under the hood.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: You dare to raise a hand on God's Regent on Earth?
*Assassin slowly walks towards the Emperor in complete silence.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Strike me than. *he shows his hands to the assassin* I am unarmed.
*Assassin unsheathes a dagger while walking toward the Emperor.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Tepozmacuahueque ahmo neximalitztli? *he rises his eyebrow* You are not xenos. Guards!
*Assassin suddenly starts running and, when he's a few steps from the Emperor, he swings his blade and slashes him. The dagger goes straight for the heart but suddenly the Emperor twists his body, moving away from the blade in an attempt to dodge the attack. He almost succeeds as the blade cuts through his arm; the assassin momentarily regains balance and turns around, rising the blade to strike again – but suddenly he freezes.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: You are not xenos.
*Assassin starts shaking and lowers his blade*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: They use obsidian, not steel. And they poison their blades.
*The dagger falls out of his hand as the assassin falls on his left knee*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: But they are not the only ones.
*He grins as he shows his left hand to the assassin – a small needle extends now from Emperor's signet ring. A single drop of blood drips out of the needle. The assassin collapses on the floor.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Now... the Emperor kicks away the assassin's dagger before walking closer to him* You will tell me who sent you.
*A distant shouting can be heard, as well as the sound of many heavy boots running up the stairs. The Emperor crouches down near the dying assassin.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: The blade wasn't poisoned, as you can see. Your masters have betrayed you. Tell me who they are and you'll have your vengeance.
*Convulsing assassin tries to say something but only an unintelligible gibberish can be heard.*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Shh, don't fight with it, you don't have much time. *he takes off the assassin's hood revealing a Latin – or perhaps Roman – face and leans toward the assassin* Whisper is all I need.
*Several Varangians in full armor and with unsheathed swords burst into the corridor.*
VARANGIAN CAPTAIN: There! Protect the Emperor!
*The Varangians run toward the Emperor and form a circle around him, while the Varangian captain grabs the Emperor's arm.*
VARANGIAN CAPTAIN: Your Majesty, the-
*Emperor shakes off his hand and get's up
EMPEROR MARKOS III: He's dead. Close the Sacred Palace – I want everyone who's here right now to stay within its walls until you find the traitor. Don't let-
The Emperor falls on his right knee, his face contorted in pain. A dark stain grows on his purple robe where the assassin's dagger cut through the silk, revealing a thin coat covered with gold scales beneath it.
VARANGIAN CAPTAIN: Your Majesty, you are bleeding. Allow me to take you to escort you to safety and call the physician first.
EMPEROR MARKOS III: No. I want the Palace closed right now. Go.
VARANGIAN CAPTAIN: As you wish, sacred Autokrator. *He turns to other Varangians.* Escort His Imperial Highness to the Sacrum Cubiculum and close the doors, do not allow anyone to enter until I return. *He points at two of the guardsman* You will go to check whether Her Imperial Highness is safe and you go with me.
*Varangian captain turns around and heads toward the exist of the corridor*
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Captain.
*Varangian captain immediately turns around and bows*
VARANGIAN CAPTAIN: Yes, Your Majesty?
EMPEROR MARKOS III: When you are done, find the one responsible for the first night watch. He must be blind if he didn't notice this man getting into the Sacred Palace. *Drops of blood drip from his wound on the marble floor* Remove his eyes - he won't be needing them anymore.
*Varangian captain bows even deeper*
VARANGIAN CAPTAIN: It will be done, Your Majesty.
* Varangian captain nods to the guardsmen*
VARANGIAN: Your Highness, we have to move along.
EMPEROR MARKOS III: Let's go than. *turns around towards the corpse of assassin laying on the floor* Take his dagger. There's someone I want to take a close look at it.
*The stain of dark purple engulfs the double-headed eagle embroidered on Emperor's robe.*
22nd May 1462
Gulf of Almeria
Waves break on the hulls of dozens of imperial dromonoi, each of them with tens of Roman soldiers in full armor standing on deck and dozens of chained oarsmen below it. White sails and red ensigns with imperial double-headed eagle slowly flutter on the wind as the sailors arming small ballistas and preparing quivers full of arrows and javelin bags. At the stern of the largest dromon of the fleet three figures stand before the entrance to the captain's berth covered by a huge red tent, two of them pointing at something in the distance and the third one, who's wearing blue cloak on his armor, stand behind them.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: There's another one! Good God, just look at the size of these things, they are enormous!
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: Holy Theotokos...
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: And there, another one! This must be the sixteenth!
*the man standing behind them ends his prayer, crosses himself, kisses a small golden cross he wars on a necklace and approaches the officers of the Imperial Navy*
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Report, navarchos.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: There are sixteen warships of immense size like the one we spotted yesterday, sir.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: And the rest?
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: Thrice as numerous, sir. The small ones must be barges they use to carry the warriors. My lord megas droungarios, there may be even 30,000 xenoi aboard these ships and that's not counting the sailors.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Hmm.
*megas droungarios leans on the wooden railing, his blue cloak barely moved by the wind*
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: What do you think Aniketos?
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: We have a little more than 9,000 soldiers, including the sailors. Even if we armed the oarsmen, together with slaves our men are still outnumbered. We can't risk boarding – we should keep firing at them and avoid contact with the enemy.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: But they will try to board us, won't they droungarios?
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: Yes. And if they do so, we will surely lose. Megas droungarios, we must-
*megas droungarios Isaakios Theophilos raises his hand and silences droungarios Aniketos*
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: We are not retreating.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: Than we will die.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: If such is the will of God.
*in a moment of silence only breaking waves and creaking hull of the dromon can be heard*
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: My lord, what are your orders?
*megas droungarios Isaakios looks at the clouds in silence*
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: With all due respect, megas droungarios, I think-
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: The wind is getting weaker. *he turns around* I don't see any oars on their ships and their sails soon will be useless. This gives us one advantage – maneuverability.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: They still outnumber us.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Mhm. But not for long. *looks at navarchos* Flags.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: Yes, sir! *turns to the signaller* PREPARE THE FLAGS!
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: Your orders, my lord megas droungarios?
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: You will take 30 dromonoi and you will attack the ships on which the xenoi transport their soldiers. Rain flaiming arrows on them until you burn their sails and they are immobilized, than continue firing at them until they are all dead. Don't let them board, you hear me?
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: What if they board? What then?
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: You will order a dromon which crew suffered greatest casualties to ram into them.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: My lord! This-
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: You will ram into their ships and sink them. Shoot the westerners with javelins while they are in the water. Leave none alive.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: We will lose the dromonoi.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: We will lose them anyway if they win the battle.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: What about the crew? The oarsmen?
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Use only the dromonoi with heavy losses. As for the slaves, I don't care how many will die if you manage to sink xenoi ships.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: It shall be done, my lord megas droungarios.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Destroy them all, Aniketos, or the army carried by their ships will land in our lands and lay waste to whole cities. And don't spare your whip on the slaves – you must move quickly. Go now.
DROUNGARIOS ANIKETOS: Aye aye, sir.
*droungarios Aniketos turns around and together with his guards heads to his boat*
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: The signal flags are prepared, sir.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Good. Drums.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: DRUMS!
*beating of the war drums momentarily drowns out quiet sound of the wind*
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Oars.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: OARS OUT!
*hundreds of wooden oars are extended out of the dromon, clear of the water and ready for pulling*
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: As soon as droungarios leaves us, give the signal to the fleet – crescent formation and follow. Take us to nearby these rocks, I want the battle to take place on shallow waters.
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: Aye, sir.
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: Don't tire the oarsmen too much, we're going to need their strength. I'm going to pray now before the battle starts.
*megas droungarios turns around and heads inside the tent*
NAVARCHOS SIMEON: For victory, my lord?
ISAAKIOS THEOPHILOS: No. *he looks at navarchos Simeon* For mercy.
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